Paroles: Ike Reilly. 22 Hours Of Darkness.
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Do you think that maybe love is not enough?
Do you think that maybe drugs are not enough?
Do you think that maybe flesh is not enough?
Do you think that maybe this is just your life?
And your teachers don't believe you
And your family will deceive you
And the friends that you relay on
All the train tracks that you lie on
Playing chicken with the locomotives, screaming down the line
And your clothes are just a mess
And your songs, they don't make sense
There's no rhythm in the chorus
Since you quit the team you a??bore usa??
No one's ever going to pay to hear what goes on in your mind
And your mother sees the lover
And your sister's like your mother
And your brother's like your uncle
From the navy or marine core
a??Hands-ona?? disciplined with passion
On a mercenary mission
And they never liked your music
Or your books and how they used them
And your father's just a land lord, threw your things out in the lawn
Do you think that maybe love is not enough?
Do you think that maybe drugs are not enough?
Do you think that maybe flesh is not enough?
Do you think that maybe this is just your life?
And you think you need some more time in the night...
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness...
22 Hours of Darkness
22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
Do you think that maybe love is not enough?
Do you think that maybe drugs are not enough?
Do you think that maybe flesh is not enough?
Do you think that maybe this is just your life?
And your teachers don't believe you
And your family will deceive you
And the friends that you relay on
All the train tracks that you lie on
Playing chicken with the locomotives, screaming down the line
And your clothes are just a mess
And your songs, they don't make sense
There's no rhythm in the chorus
Since you quit the team you a??bore usa??
No one's ever going to pay to hear what goes on in your mind
And your mother sees the lover
And your sister's like your mother
And your brother's like your uncle
From the navy or marine core
a??Hands-ona?? disciplined with passion
On a mercenary mission
And they never liked your music
Or your books and how they used them
And your father's just a land lord, threw your things out in the lawn
Do you think that maybe love is not enough?
Do you think that maybe drugs are not enough?
Do you think that maybe flesh is not enough?
Do you think that maybe this is just your life?
And you think you need some more time in the night...
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
Like 22 Hours of Darkness...
22 Hours of Darkness
22 Hours of Darkness and 2 of light.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
This is the life.
Ike Reilly
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