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Текст: The Used. The Used. Buried Myself Alive.

You almost always pick the best times
To drop the worst lines
You almost made me cry again this time
Another false alarm, red flashing lights
Well this time I'm goin' to watch myself die

I think I made it a game to play your games
And let myself cry
I buried myself alive on the inside
So I could shut you out
And let you go away for a long time

I guess it's okay I puked the day away
I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way
And if you want me back
You're gonna have to ask

I think the chain broke away
And I felt it the day that I had my own time
I took advantage of myself and felt fine
But it was worth the night
I caught and early flight and I made it at home

I guess it's okay I puked the day away
I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way
And if you want me back
You're gonna have to ask
Nicer than that
Nicer than that

My foot on your neck
I finally have you
Right where I want you
Right where I want you
Right where I want you
Right where I want you

I guess it's okay I puked the day away
I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way
And if you want me back
You're gonna have to ask
Nicer than that
(I guess it's okay I puked the day away)
Nicer than that
(I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way)

And if you want me back
You're gonna have to ask
Nicer than that
Nicer
Nicer