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Текст: Fair. Disappearing World. The Escape Artist.


Got a feeling that you can't do anything you believe
It's not a secret that you take back anything underneath

Can't be blamed won't be fooled
Pocket full of nothing if you don't keep cool
Out of place, don't fit in
Never finish something if you can't begin

Then you tell me you read like the perfect ending
Gone without a trace
Take a minute to mention everything that you question
You lost the human race
Another chip on your shoulder got a lot to get over
You swear you wanted this

It's underwhelming how the day gets started how
You begin you begin
You wouldn't notice if the street just sounded like violins
violins

So take a step start again
It's never quite an issue to remember when
Stomp your feet lose the knack
on the way you'll figure out the best way back

Then you tell me you read like the perfect ending
Gone without a trace
Take a minute to mention everything that you question
You lost the human race
Another chip on your shoulder got a lot to get over
You swear you wanted this

Even when you walk away it feels like running
If you turn your head a certain way
You might see something good

Gone without a trace
Take a minute to mention everything that you question
You lost the human race
Another chip on your shoulder got a lot to get over
Gone without a trace
Take a minute to mention everything that you question
You lost the human race
Another chip on your shoulder got a lot to get over
You swear you wanted this

(Merci a Ewie pour cettes paroles)