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Thanks For Nothing
04:11
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Here’s to all the lost years wasted in your absence
Slowly fading are the good days
As I feel your dagger coming in
Nowhere near from all the promises we once made
We just parted on the way
And we’re never going back
We’re playing with fire at the wrong time
Putting my life on the front line
I carry the weight of the world while you wait for blood
Just wish you would fall asleep forever now
If you want me to feel sorry
Well I’m not sorry, not for shit
If you want me to feel sorry
Well I’m not sorry
It might be over now but I’m not dead
So thanks for nothing
Do you feel the barrel staring in your own face
Down and out is where you should stay
You wouldn’t need me anyway
So gather round the dead and find yourself a grave
No I don’t care if you throw your life away cause I’m never coming back
I felt in your trap for the last time
Sorry you fought on the wrong side
Turning away from the storm while you wait for blood
Just wish you would fall asleep forever now
If you want me to feel sorry
Well I’m not sorry, not for shit
If you want me to feel sorry
Well I’m not sorry
It might be over now but I’m not dead
So thanks for nothing
If you want me to feel sorry
Well I’m not sorry, not for shit
If you want me to feel sorry
Well I’m not sorry
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