Lyrics
Is it my feelings or the time of season,
all those blank days they seem so out of reason,
its just those hard times coming round too soon,
your not stumbling your home, your alone in your room.
Getting through those days of nothing,
24hours can't face this suffering,
what a waste of time, you won't be stumbling home,
whose to lose when the baggy's full,
those 24 hours are beautiful to me.
it's days like these that your not gonna get far,
taking our aggression, on another south ascot car,
its just those hard times coming round too soon,
your not stumbling home, your alone in your room.
Seems like your wasting time, just getting through those days.
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