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Post by Wunderkind on Dec 8, 2008 1:11:37 GMT -5
Have you heard the news? Bad things come in twos. But I never knew 'Bout the little things.
Every single day Things get in my way. Someone has to pay For the little things.
And I'm through with the stories And I'm sick to my shoes. And the walking and the talking, It's got nothing to do with The final solution. It's a box full of tricks. And I'm through with repairs When there's nothing to fix, When there's nothing to fix, When there's nothing to fix, And it all comes down to you.
Let the headlines wait, Armies hesitate. I can deal with fate But not the little things.
Armageddon may Arrive anyday. I can't get away From the little things.
With a pile of cares And a bucket of tears, I could look at the sunlight And I feel no fear. With a mountain of maybes And some Icarus wings, And I'm armed with delusions And one little thing, And that one little thing, And that one little thing, And it all comes down to you.
Have you heard the news? Bad things come in twos. But I never knew 'Bout the little things.
Every single day Things get in my way. Someone has to pay For the little things.
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Post by Wunderkind on Aug 8, 2009 20:16:17 GMT -5
When I first heard this song, it was on a radio station that also likes to play oldies, so I mistook it for an early 90s song due to its style.
Savior Rise Against
It kills me not to know this, but I've all but just forgotten, What the color of her eyes were and her scars or how she got them, As the telling signs of age rain down a single tear is dropping, Through the valleys of an aging face that this world has forgotten,
There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place, And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds, But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you, Like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear,
So tell me now: If this ain't love, then how do we get out? Because I don't know, That's when she said: I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save, That's when I told her: I love you, girl, But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have,
But the day pressed on like crushing weights, For no man does it ever wait, Like memories of dying days, That deafen us like hurricanes, Bathed in flames we held the brand, Uncurled the fingers in your hand, Pressed into the flesh like sand, Now do you understand?
So tell me now: If this ain't love, then how do we get out? Because I don't know, That's when she said: I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save, That's when I told her: I love you, girl, But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have,
1000 miles away, There's nothing left to say, But so much left that I don't know, We never had a choice, This world is too much noise, It takes me under, It takes me under once again,
I don't hate you, I don't hate you, no
So tell me now: If this ain't love, then how do we get out? Because I don't know, That's when she said: I don't hate you, boy, I just want to save you while there's still something left to save, That's when I told her: I love you, girl, But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have,
I don't hate you, I don't hate you, I don't hate you, I don't hate you, no
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