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I'm an old b reelI'm that broken record with no appealBut I spin aroundScratched and repeating that same sad soundTill you go insaneAnd you cover you ears to stop the painAnd the temperature is dropping downYou're freezing to death and you want outI've beenMaking plans, breaking promises, and gaining fansSo I'd likeTo make one last statementMy final list of demandsI'll keep it short, I'll keep it sweetIt won't take long, soon you can leaveMy last request, my final pleaPromise you won't take this seriouslyOh but where have the months gone?I haven't been conscious since DecemberAnd it's been at least twice that long since I felt hopefulAnd I'd drink myself to deathIf I wasn't so opposedBut it's hard to keep convictionsWhen you feel this god damn coldSongtexteI've beenMaking plans, breaking promises, and gaining fansSo I'd likeTo make one last statementMy final list of demandsI'll keep it short, I'll keep it sweetIt won't take long, soon you can leaveMy last request, my final pleaPromise you won't take this seriouslyOh, but where has the love gone?I've wanted to quit this since I can rememberStomp out the final ember Aus Songtexte Mania