20/20 (tunnel vision)
par Graveyard
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Shaking, aching, faking, trying to be on this
Admit it to myself, I´ve got nobody left to call a friend.
I wanna drink again.
Whining, dining, crying, lying, denying, burning all the chloroform.
Holding back my tears, I never felt like that long day.
I wanna drink again.
Ain´t no light in my tunnel, but the gold tooth in the devil´s smile.
I walked a wide road a thousand times
It never led me anywhere.
Ain´t no light in my tunnel, but the gold tooth in the devil´s smile.
I walked a wide road a thousand times
It never led me anywhere.
Loosing, bragging, losing, sleeping, sliding on to that embodied
No use to pretend, I see the reaper coming round the bend.
I wanna drink again.
Willing, dealing, stealing, cheating, beating, burning all my bridges.
I ain´t got no pride, these turning hands got nothing to defend.
I wanna drink again.
I hear the lonesome sound of the guitar,
It´s coming through the wind.
A bottle keeps on sliding, weeping out my blues,
I bring years with lands.
Ain´t no light in my tunnel, but the gold tooth in the devil´s smile.
I walked a wide road a thousand times
It never led me anywhere.
I hear the lonesome sound of the guitar,
It´s coming through the wind.
A bottle keeps on sliding, weeping out my blues,
I bring years with lands.
Admit it to myself, I´ve got nobody left to call a friend.
I wanna drink again.
Whining, dining, crying, lying, denying, burning all the chloroform.
Holding back my tears, I never felt like that long day.
I wanna drink again.
Ain´t no light in my tunnel, but the gold tooth in the devil´s smile.
I walked a wide road a thousand times
It never led me anywhere.
Ain´t no light in my tunnel, but the gold tooth in the devil´s smile.
I walked a wide road a thousand times
It never led me anywhere.
Loosing, bragging, losing, sleeping, sliding on to that embodied
No use to pretend, I see the reaper coming round the bend.
I wanna drink again.
Willing, dealing, stealing, cheating, beating, burning all my bridges.
I ain´t got no pride, these turning hands got nothing to defend.
I wanna drink again.
I hear the lonesome sound of the guitar,
It´s coming through the wind.
A bottle keeps on sliding, weeping out my blues,
I bring years with lands.
Ain´t no light in my tunnel, but the gold tooth in the devil´s smile.
I walked a wide road a thousand times
It never led me anywhere.
I hear the lonesome sound of the guitar,
It´s coming through the wind.
A bottle keeps on sliding, weeping out my blues,
I bring years with lands.