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Every Day, The Same
Walking down aisles of vintage stores and peacefully window shopping Stalking the nightmare that cuts your core and keeps you sobbing He could be anywhere around you and you just don't know it The person who ended your greatest joy and truest friendship It's common courtesy to stay at the scene of the crash but he drove away And left your heart to reflect upon a peaceful past Every day, the same tortured silence What if the future's just to remind me That my past was my only blessing You said what if the man who killed my wife sleeps in the house next door to mine That's the reality with unsolved crimes, he lives with a burder but she only lives in your mind What if the hollowed out feeling is a memory that I could barely find Where does faith come in when it's already been confirmed that she has died What if the future's just to remind me That my past was my only blessing Where is the sense of thriving We're all so sick of dying I see [?] I see that death could be [?] [?] (We're all so sick of dying) [?] Songtexte(We're all so sick of dying) You're stuck here and she's not coming back You're stuck here and she's not coming back What if the future's just to remind me That my past was my only blessing Where is the sense of thriving We're all so sick of dying I see [?] I see that death could be [?] Aus Songtexte Mania