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Sometimes I just get so frustrated
I don t even bother sleeping anymore
And all of this seems overrated
In all of us there s all the things we ve said and done
If we see them lying on the floor

And I, asked them why
Can they remember
All this will be forgotten
Surrender there s nothing we can do to stop them
That s just the way it goes
That s just the way it goes
Days go by
I just can t keep track of the time

Dreams are made for fools and sages
Everybody leaves with what they came here for
Still they gotta keep certain pages
And all of us is all the things we wish we done
If we could see them wash upon the shore

And I, asked them why
Can they

Remember
All this will be forgotten
Surrender there s nothing we can do to stop them
That s just the way it goes
That s just the way it goes
Days go by
I just can t keep track of the time

I m going back to the way it was
This feeling can t be wrong
It s coming on way too strong
I m going back to the way it was
This feeling can t be wrong
It s coming on way too strong

Remember
All this will be forgotten
Surrender there s nothing we can do to stop them
That s just the way it goes
That s just the way it goes
Days go by (All of this will be forgotten)
Days go by (There s nothing we can do to stop them)
Days go by (All of this will be forgotten)

Be forgotten
Be forgotten

Been around the world (x2)
Seen the seas seven
Sailed across them all
Seen the moon rise over Paris
And I watched her gently fall
On to the beat, keep moving
Never stopping, though sometimes
I feel like dropping
Gotta keep on...

My Name Is Jackson Jameson, a Coal Miner By Trade
From a Part of Pennsylvania Even Jesus Couldn t Save
With Towns Named After Indian Chiefs and Union Army Generals
It s Nowhere in Particular But Everywhere in General

History Says Americans, We Have the Right to Choose
But They Never Mention Those of Us...

Picking up the pieces
make a brand new start
what´s going on
the pain inside my heart.
...

Get a Load of That With the Snakeskins On
Looks Like a Refugee From a Headbangin Song
Sweet July Evening Seems All the World We ve Ever Known
Is Here At the Breaker Shakin Them Restless Bones

Brown Baggin As the Music s Draggin
On a Cheap Cassette Machine
Honey, I Know...

So your promise to live expired,
Got old before your lips went dry and I fel the breeze inside to caress
what’s left the open fire.
The truth,
The trust,
The faith took part but cannot stay,
Still we felt cold,
Freezing flames of this funeral pyre,
Dead desire.

Built to brake down, made to wither away,
Come along...