Very rough demo of our song. Recorded for free at the RoundHouse in one take.
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I’ve seen a million life times,
Tasted all of my crimes, and dieing every night.
You say your wonders and adventures,
Can fix the minor problems, like sleeping in her bed.
You say you’re intellectual, but I don’t know what to believe,
To make things even harder, you’re living on the street.
I don’t care about your love life, all I know I’ve paid my fees,
I wish to be your lover, but its not made for me.
He says he doesn’t love her, I know he does,
He only wants to know her, he only wants love,
He says he really likes her, he thinks she’s cool,
He only wants to know her, she makes him look good.
You say you’re intellectual, but I don’t know what to believe,
I wish to be your lover, but its not made for me.
I don’t need all your excuses, I wont think about them twice,
All you ever know is, that something’s not right
Something’s not right X4
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