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COMMUTING
03:32
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I stare at someone
Someone stares back at me
We go our separate ways
Yet joined in misery
But really its awkward
And strange in every way
When we sit on a bus
Depressed or soon to be
Commute with me,
As it’s chaos out on the streets
Pollute them with me
We’re dead inside and everybody will be
I talk on the phone
Someone talks back at me
We’re both on separate lines
But share the same disease
I thought I’d seen a smile
Or just a little hint
When we are on a ride
To anxiety street
Commute with me
As it’s chaos out on the streets
Pollute them with me
We are dead inside and everybody will be
On time, at every day
Same time and the same way
Same people and it seems
There’s no escape for me
Here they come they’re all up on me
And we go to work every morning
I start to walk like a zombie
But I give in eventually
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NIGHTDRIVE
03:27
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There is nothing that makes me feel bad
No thought as a loop in my head
There is nothing that sits more in line
Like I sit when I drive through the night
And its weird
That I like
What I feared
As a child
There is nothing that needs to be said
I think I could sit for hours like that
Not knowing what is left and what’s right
I see ahead when I drive through the night
In a trance like state of mind
And I guess I’ll be okay if I just drive
And I guess I’d be okay dead or alive
And its weird
That I like
What I feared
As a child:
A Night drive
There’s something Im nervous about
Something that needs figuring out
And before I realise what is wrong
I hear birds and I notice the sun
And I guess I have been going for too long
And I guess that it is time to drive back home…
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TAXES
02:57
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Roses are red
Violets are blue
I pay taxes
And so do you
It sounds so simple
It seems so plain
But it is constant
And the rest will change
All will be gone
And turn to ashes
We pay taxes
All that went wrong
Suddenly clashes
We pay taxes
I can’t stand it
It is true
But without taxes
What would I do?
In our society
To give a piece of me
When I rely on you
And you rely on me
All will be gone
And turn to ashes
We’ll pay taxes
All that went wrong
Suddenly clashes
We‘ll pay taxes
And I will, too
Somehow I will, too
Because everything I do
Will have its taxes, too
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HAPPY WHEN I'M DRUNK
03:43
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Hear me out
It sounds worse when I say it out loud
But tonight
I will drink until I am passing out
There is no one else around
I don’t care if I act out
And my brain is cotton wool
And my thoughts are damped in sound
I’m happy when I’m drunk
Count me out
I don’t have no fear of missing out
I believe
Some things are not worth to talk about
There is no one else around
There is not a soul around
And my brain is shutting down
And my nerves are calming down
Im happy when I’m drunk
The night is almost over again
And I can start all over again
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Deathsport Germany
Deathsport is an indie rock band by brothers Tom and Mike Zitzelsberger.
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