sexta-feira, 17 de fevereiro de 2012

Life's too short to even care at all, oh

I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control
These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me,
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum, oh

If I could find a way to see this straight,
I'd run away to some fortune that I should have found by now,

I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down

Life's too short to even care at all, oh
I'm coming up now, coming up now out of the blue
These zombies in the park, they're looking for my heart,
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun

If I could find a way to see this straight,
I'd run away to some fortune that I should have found by now
And I run to the things they say could restore me, 
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down


Life's too short to even care at all, oh
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing it all

If I could find a way to see this straight,
I'd run away to some fortune that I should have found by now
So I run to the things they said could restore me,
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down

One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh
One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh

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