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60 seconds what could happen now?
He could end up going down
60 seconds what could happen then?
He could end up changing again
He was dreaming softly in his bed
He woke to find a gun at his head
He heard them say "Now don't move a muscle
You'll still be breathing in the morning bustle"
60 seconds what could happen then
He just goes to work again
To make up for the things that they damaged
They lifted everything that they could manage
They're not scared of consequence of hammers
They'll have your things no matter what happened
While they're outside loading the truck
You know they'll never give it up
60 seconds now he's had enough
He's sick of people calling his bluff
He's seen them tearing everything apart
It's time to change them into something that doesn't
Doesn't, doesn't, doesn't
Walk talk, eat sleep, blink drink, hit shit, lie die
Shy fly, age rage, care share
You took his house and fucking rifled it
You've made your bed now fucking die in it
He's been so good for you,like surviving a crash to you
You've been so bad for him, like finding lost cash to him
Like finding all he needs, all he needs
60 seconds what could happen now
He could end up going down
60 seconds what could happen then
He could change into something that doesn't
Wake to find a gun at his head
After dreaming softly in his bed
He wouldn't be the one moving a muscle
'Cause he's changed into the something that doesn't
Doesn't, doesn't, doesn't, doesn't, doesn't
walk talk, eat sleep, blink drink, hit shit,lie die
Shy fly, age rage, care share
Scream gleam, piss kiss, lust fuss, hate shake
Love shove, smoke choke, hear fear, care share
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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