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Blah, Blah, Blah
You just wanna be my friend
Blah, Blah, Blah
Not that again
You re oh so amusing
It s all about using
You re unoriginal
I just don t have a prayer

Yeah, yeah, yeah
That s all I can say to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I m so over you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I ve heard it all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You re so pitiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever
Now I feel better

Not your type
Oh, but you touched me first
You have a girl on the side
Don t pretend it hurts
So I can respect you
And I can reject you
I can t let you have your cake and eat it too

Yeah, yeah, yeah
That s all i can say to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I might get it through
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I ve heard it all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You re so pitiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever

Ya know? I would have done everything
I would have done everything
Even worn your stupid ring
If that made you happy
Oh, would have been your beauty queen
Would have let you wash me clean
But you make me feel dirty

Yeah, yeah, yeah
That s all I can say to you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I m so over you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I ve heard it all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You re so pitiful
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever
Now I feel better

Once there was a boy back in time of the heathens
Day after day he just kept dreaming things that would make him weaker
His father could not make him see, that there is more than dreams
But he wouldn t listen to the words of his...

Child you re talking of freedom
Painted on your garden wall
It s not there at all
Child you re talking of wisdom
You say wisdom is a golden rule
You ain t no fool
But you don t know who it is
Who calls you name
In the light...

On Silvertown Way the cranes stand high
Quiet and gray against the still of the sky
The won t quit and lay down though the action has died
They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side

From the poisonous drains a vision...

Harvest the field of time
with the Old Man s scythe
The narrow path of the chosen one
reaches beyond life

CHORUS:
I set sails for the ageless winds
No fear of dying or a thought of surrender
I threaten every barrier...

1. Historia którą zaraz wszyscy usłyszycie to kolejny przykład jakie potrafi być podłe życie. Nie do przewidzenia, bezlitosne, brutalne rzadko pełne cierpienia. Nawet jeśli jest ci dobrze i jest wszystko w porządku. Masz rodzinę, kasę, kumpli nie brak ci rozsądku, to w każdej chwili zupełnie nieoczekiwanie będziesz musiał oddać duszę...