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24 Lyrics - Artist : flor
What a scene, there's blood
There's blood on the floor On the floor and on the bed On the bed to the door Through the door, twenty-four Twenty-four, twenty-four Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore I've felt better It has to be this weather Or could it be we put The whole world through the shredder? Chasing up, making up Time that we never had Youngsters should plan ahead That or they're good as dead Shoo do dah doot do Shoo do dah doot do, hey Shoo do dah doot do Shoo do dah doot do What a scene, there's blood There's blood on the floor On the floor and on the bed On the bed to the door Through the door, twenty-four Twenty-four, twenty-four Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore Don't need a reason You see it in the seasons The rising of the ocean The rise in the degrees and Mars ain't the answer We're all getting cancer We're all hurting others Our mothers and brothers What's the point, what's the point? All the moves have been played Everyone has a seat To the end of the days Twenty-four, twenty-four Twenty-four, twenty-four Time may be fake But we don't have any more Shoo do dah doot do Shoo do dah doot do, hey Shoo do dah doot do Shoo do dah doot do I hate to be so cynical To break your heart, to steal your soul But as long as nobody's listening This fate of ours is worsening I hate to be so cynical To break your heart, to steal your soul But as long as nobody's listening This fate of ours is worsening What a scene, there's blood There's blood on the floor On the floor and on the bed On the bed to the door Through the door, twenty-four Twenty-four, twenty-four Feel like that's the year I didn't care anymore What's the point, what's the point? All the moves have been played Everyone has a seat To the end of the days Twenty-four, twenty-four Twenty-four, twenty-four Time may be fake But we don't have any more |
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