Wear Down Me Songtext
von The Strand
Wear Down Me Songtext
I What can I say when you hunt me down? Ha ha ha.
Feels like the ghost, left behind never goes.
Sick to find, string of lies.
Wall hits back, not surprised.
Are you pleased with the taste,
When the kids rush the stage?
Can't pretend I'm not betrayed.
Choices!
What a fucking ride! (ride ride ride ride)
You were sent away! (way way way way)
And I don't want to see (see see see) you!
And I don't want to know what goes on in your brain! Now that you're gone.
To be not to be.
This stone is full.
This soul is free.
And time gets you by.
With so less sting.
Your king's on top.
Your bards will sing.
What a fucking ride! (ride ride ride ride)
You were sent away! (way way way way)
And I don't want to see (see see see) you!
And I don't want to know what goes on in your brain!
I recognize all the pain that I put you through, as we all did what we've done so far. (You wear down me.)
And all this shrapnel that was left in the field, will surely rust and crack and fall apart. (You wear down me.)
I walked away from things that we had, and I did so with a heavy heart. (You wear down me.)
And every victim thinks that this is the end, but I can tell you that it's just a start. (You wear down...)
Constant stage show.
Give it all and and go insane.
Be that dream that everybody knows is fake.
Ream us, beam (at) us.
Beg and plead for peanuts.
Wake up, take us.
Choices.
What a fucking ride! (ride ride ride ride)
You were sent away! (way way way way)
And I don't want to see (see see see) you!
And I don't want to know what goes on in your brain!
What can I say when you hunt me down? What can I say when you hunt me down?
I recognize all the pain that I put you through, as we all did what we've done so far. (You wear down me.)
And all this shrapnel that was left in the field, will surely rust and crack and fall apart. (You wear down me.)
I walked away from things that we had, and I did so with a heavy heart. (You wear down me.)
And every victim thinks that this is the end, but I can tell you that it's just a start. (You wear down me.)
Feels like the ghost, left behind never goes.
Sick to find, string of lies.
Wall hits back, not surprised.
Are you pleased with the taste,
When the kids rush the stage?
Can't pretend I'm not betrayed.
Choices!
What a fucking ride! (ride ride ride ride)
You were sent away! (way way way way)
And I don't want to see (see see see) you!
And I don't want to know what goes on in your brain! Now that you're gone.
To be not to be.
This stone is full.
This soul is free.
And time gets you by.
With so less sting.
Your king's on top.
Your bards will sing.
What a fucking ride! (ride ride ride ride)
You were sent away! (way way way way)
And I don't want to see (see see see) you!
And I don't want to know what goes on in your brain!
I recognize all the pain that I put you through, as we all did what we've done so far. (You wear down me.)
And all this shrapnel that was left in the field, will surely rust and crack and fall apart. (You wear down me.)
I walked away from things that we had, and I did so with a heavy heart. (You wear down me.)
And every victim thinks that this is the end, but I can tell you that it's just a start. (You wear down...)
Constant stage show.
Give it all and and go insane.
Be that dream that everybody knows is fake.
Ream us, beam (at) us.
Beg and plead for peanuts.
Wake up, take us.
Choices.
What a fucking ride! (ride ride ride ride)
You were sent away! (way way way way)
And I don't want to see (see see see) you!
And I don't want to know what goes on in your brain!
What can I say when you hunt me down? What can I say when you hunt me down?
I recognize all the pain that I put you through, as we all did what we've done so far. (You wear down me.)
And all this shrapnel that was left in the field, will surely rust and crack and fall apart. (You wear down me.)
I walked away from things that we had, and I did so with a heavy heart. (You wear down me.)
And every victim thinks that this is the end, but I can tell you that it's just a start. (You wear down me.)
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