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Текст: Third Eye Blind. Scattered.

Where the dragon flies float on
And little kids go chasing them
Til night time comes along
And the prophet of a discontent is gone
And the devil smiles as he pulls the wings off
Of the one who wrote and forgot the song
Well it's not my fault what you did
And it's not my fault we're young and stupid
Still I'm stuck in this nightmare joke
No company
My strings are broke
So I go out lookin for the right one
A nice, fat girl with a tight one
'cause I, I, oh I always laugh when I'm hurting
When I was punk I was way more punk than you
What happened to our little tribe
On a tombstone it inscribed
And I, I didn't know my friends would leave me too
When I sold out I thought my lies out
Through and Through
'cause I, I, oh I always laugh when I'm hurting
Is anyone sick of being nervous
And annoyed?
Don't play with pens to fill the void
And I'm paranoid
And the legacy that we've become
To the hard rock and see the shotgun
If we're good leading on the play
Holding out for a different fate
Yeah

No one's fooling anyone
Everyone struggles inside
And everyone has lied
Fooling anyone
No one is fooling anyone
Yeah
No one is fooling anyone
No one is fooling anyone
Turn the music up louder
Spit out the taste of gun powder
Yeah
We'll have a bonfire
Burn it all down let's take it higher
That ugly word that makes my throat feel thick
She said love
I won't feel sick
When you say how ya doin
We'll say
We are fine
Yeah
We're fine
I am fine
'cause I, I, oh I always laugh when I'm hurting
Oh and I, oh I