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Everlone
Life has teeth, it bites the feeding open hand
You wanna be in a band?
I got to feeling I got too much too soon, too fucked up, I don't know?
I gotta get to the show
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get through to you?
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get next to you?
Like a telephone call would do, fuck it!
Everlone, everlone, a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Everlone, into the great unknown
Leaving it all to fate for a while 'til the fire in my eyes passes by
When ideas run out, any fool can make a fist
I got the will to resist
I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge the man
I bet you don't understand
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get through to you?
Well, what have I got to do?
What have I got to do to get next to you?
Like a telephone call would do, fuck it!
Everlone, everlone, a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone, into the great unknown
Leaving it all to fate for a while 'til the fire in my eyes passes by
Passes by, like a train, like the strangers all around
Passes by, like a pain, like the only friend I've found
But if you mix self-confidence with some common sense
Maybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever...
(Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever)
Everlone, everlone, a thousand fake heroes appear at the throne
Of everlone, into the great unknown
Leaving it all to fate for a while 'til the fire in my eyes passes by
