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You were the one who brought me here.

Far from my town of polluted air.

Boxed in a labelled packaging of lies.

I was the one who took you in.

Tried to turn you away from sin.

But you can`t teach the devil what god believes, you know.



As a got to the lights they were red and i didn`t have your number on me.

I Should be coming up in a minute, this minute`s been an hour for me.



If this is life i must be dead,

Cos everything is looking red,

Your lips are catching up with what you just said.

I see you come the other way,

I can`t quite make out what you say,

You`re probably chatting bullshit anyway.



And these are just some other words for it,

What do you do when the nights in your home town are shit?

Create your world in a house and wreck yourself, you know?



Wreck yourself....