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John, the distance of time is stuck And when the sharp fucks play I could be with you today So John, I hung all the songs But I'm miles from the smiles And I've nowhere to sleep If I don't grow old I can't become an antique So i just stay a freak For someone to keep These are the days I forgot to write down SongtexteThese are the thorns they wear in their crown These are the days I forgot to write down These are the words buried deep in the ground And they're not to be found And they don't make a sound They sing: ooh, ooh, ooh Bill, I used to write words to you But the you in the songs are the ones who have gone So Bill, try recalling the best of times And the ghost on the bus is the sadness of dust And the kids at the club are all sitting in pubs Still looking for love As if that was enough And these are the days I forgot to write down These are the thorns I wear in my crown These are the days I forgot to write down These are the words buried deep in the ground Not to be found They don't make a sound They sing: ooh, ooh, ooh I, I'm sad from this fog of friends We fell down in the night Record shop by day And Brent, he don't surf anymore But you drown so slow with nowhere to go If you're fucked, it's all right It's Saturday night and you are alive And you are all right! These are the days I forgot to write down These are the thorns I wear in my crown These are the days I forgot to write down These are the things buried deep in the ground These are the days I forgot to write down These are the words buried deep in the ground These are the days I forgot to write down These are the words buried deep in the ground They don't make a sound They don't bring you down Aus Songtexte Mania