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Everything’s complete, the newly wed syndrome
The mayfly hit the street, everybody in plus
Burnt out as can be, watching you go home
It’s crystal clear to me, you don’t longer need us
It’s ok, we’ll come around
Now there’s nothing left for us, we’re packing up, saying goodbye
To a place no one can trust, to a scene based on a lie
I truly hope we won’t retreat, the same mistake we won’t repeat
The bond was stable as a shed, love is mutual, love is dead
Everything went great, with lots of beginners luck
The mayfly on a skate, timing in perfection
Bored out as can be, monkey’s getting stuck
The four of us agreed, we need to follow action
Where ever that might be...
Here I go, I’m tired about what all you say
- just one show, you owe it to the kids, so play!
That’s all bull
The main thing’s that we’re having fun!
Said and done, said and done
I don’t owe a shit to anyone.
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