again and again. It seems like I could never knock down the borders I?ve built. I wish I could start again and dry this fucking pain ?cause I still
It all crashes down and you are a part of it? competition and ambition ain?t the same! You?re another yuppie fuck, a puppet making strings? living
t give it up. My daily revolution! To stop paying to breath. To stop living in fear. To find a new direction. To change our grief for actions. Start over to stop dying
Tell me where you?re born, don?t need anymore. It?s a cruel lottery what decides our path? A damned lottery of birth. The whole world?s surrounded
your fingers, but still you can't let it go I'm lost and found in some low end of luxury (I'll start my packing when you start to fall asleep) It's
back home to Australia And the band played Waltzing Matilda When we stopped to bury our slain Well we buried ours and the Turks buried theirs Then it started all over
free life of the Rover From the Murray's green basin to the dusty out back I waltzed my Matilda all over Then in 1915 my country said, "Son It's time to stop
us right back to australia But the band played waltzing matilda As we stopped to bury our slain And we buried ours and the turks buried theirs Then it started all over
