I'm a good friend and an excellent lover
I can fool myself just like no other person can
I'm turning into a twisted man
I haven't got any time for selfless deeds
What I do for you is indirectly for me
I'm a stubborn boy, there's nothing here that you can break or destroy
Then as I count sheep in my bed
A train of worry pulls us through my head
Last night I dreamt I died alone
Through all my talk of self-defeat
A fearful bomb ticks underneath
Last night I dreamt I died
From now I'll curb the cynical speaking
It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
Someone once said I don't have any feelings
Well I think that emotions can be misleading
And thinking back
I might have nailed the coffin shut with that
As I tend to cry in a room full of laughter
Is the cheese finally sliding off of it's cracker?
I don't know I'll just prepare myself to let it go
As I count sheep in my bed
A train of worry pull through my head
Last night I dreamt I died alone
Through all my talk of self-defeat
A fearful bomb ticks underneath
Last night I dreamt I dieed
From now I'll curb the cynical speaking
It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
It seems that dream has sent the biggest chill through me
Last night I dreamt I died alone
And apart from when I lost my virginity I've never been know to frighten easily.
compositores: MATTHEW EDWARD MURPHY, DANIEL JOSEPH HAGGIS, TORD OEVERLAND KNUDSEN
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