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Teksty: Strung Out. Suburban Teenage Wasteland Blues. Better Days.

Some days I'm up,
some days I'm down,
some days I don't give a fuck about anything.
Cause yesterday I gave everything
now I want somethin' back
Wanna end it all,
wanna save the world,
wanna take what was never mine.
I wanna shout it all out to the world,
I wanna keep it all inside
Here I am!
I'm just lookin' for Better Days,
the kind that never seem to come my way
So here I am,
I'm just lookin' for better days
the kind that never seem to come
just when you need em' most.
I remember a time,
not too long ago
when all my day's would only start in one shade of black
when all the thoughts
that dragged through my head
seem to wash away the sun.
Always a dollar short
and one split second out of time,
exiled in a memory

tonight I'll drink
drink myself to sleep.
I'm just part of all the madness here I know,
that anything I say or do
won't ever change a thing.
When the words have all been spoken
and intentions smoked away,
I find myself in the same ol' shit,
The same ol' shit again.
Maybe today won't be the same,
maybe I'll just stand my ground
Maybe another time another place
I'll float myself right outta here
under the influence of reality.
Some days I drive myself insane,
some days I'm all I've got
Some days I'm tired of seeing
the world take everyting I've got
It's hard to get it right
when doin' wrong is all you know
I'll take my chance when tomorrow
comes with a little luck I'll grow

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