Teksty: Gamits (The). A Small Price To Pay. Bender.

Don't wanna hear it don't make me make you.
I got the feeling, I know it makes no sense when we go on, and on, and on.
Is there a million people just like us? Can't even remember what we discussed.
I'm disgusted whenever we go wrong. Separated, we're so faded.
No I don't mean a word I said. It's a stupid circle that never ends.
Like the love that we have, there's no way I'm gonna bend.
I've got the notion I said this before. Familiar territory, we're in store for a long night.
You know it's all a joke and in the end you'll have to deal with it in the morning.
It's the last time we go down that road