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How many times? Have I traversed these tired streets Traced the faded yellow lines With enough revolutions per minute to last a lifetime Whispered cries of fragmented asphalt Groaning with contempt Longing for a life, a life less habitual We spend our days, tracing beaten paths Clutching at our memories, most will never last With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light We may never see the road ahead (We haven't got the sight) So accelerate the daily grind and watch the hours fly Collared shirts once crisp and clean Now sag with all the weight, the weight of all this grey A slave or sorts, bound in great green chains Choker held tight by a master called tomorrow But I can't understand wasting the best years Just to enjoy the ones so close to the end We spend our days, tracing beaten paths Clutching at our memories, most will never last With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light We may never see the road ahead Songtexte So open up your dreary eyes And gouge them out with crimson regret So many chances you have missed So much time has slipped right through your fingers.... We spend our days, tracing beaten paths Clutching at our memories, most will never last With downcast eyes, bathed in stoic light We may never see the road ahead (We haven't got the sight) Aus Songtexte Mania