Story Behind the Song
rules are made to be broken. even when we break the rules we sound like your favourite armchair. this is a song about facing up to things. now, if only we could...
Lyrics
You're trapped in a dead place,
where you don't want to be
Streets full of people,
that you don't want to see
So you... take your pictures,
and live your dreams
Faking like the models in your magazines
When you're tied together, you seem to crack
Easy to go forward when you can't go back
Give yourself a chance
You set me quite a task
What can I say?
Time for a change...
You're sitting pretty, you're all alone
Some call it prison, you call it home
The years are grey, you're blacking out
The world is dead!
Your mind's a mess, you should get some help
All those conversations with yourself
Is there a cure, for feeling blue?
The final cut, will never be for you!
Give yourself a chance
You set me quite a task
Is this the way?
Will I see you again?
They're not here anymore,
there's nothing anymore
She can't stay,
the peppermint strays
Give yourself a chance
You set me quite a task
Is this the way?
Will I see you again... no no no no
They're not here anymore,
there's nothing anymore
She can't stay,
the peppermint strays
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