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Post by scapula. on Aug 4, 2010 0:43:07 GMT -5
This game is very simple. You just put the name of the song, who it's sung by, and the lyrics.
Wasted by Cartel
it's 2:45, the baby takes his first breath.
the mother never knew he only had a few left,
and the father gets a call in the middle of the night.
his breath gets short and his chest gets tight.
but he's sixteen and he's driving too fast,
takes a turn to the left, it would be his last.
nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right.
nobody in the car would have died that night.
but he's thirty-two and invincible.
the cancer he had, it was visceral.
he never saw it coming though he had it his whole life,
sick in the morning and he died in the night.
we're all so, we're on the run.
but we're aware, oh.
oh, we're wasted, no, no, no.
we're all wasted.
we're wasted, no, no.
we're all wasted.
he's seven years old, got his bat in his hand.
he's looking for his father and he doesn't understand,
'cause dad's too busy, got some deals on the way.
his son sits alone as the children play.
and he's eighteen, he couldn't wait to move out.
his parents wonder what all the rush is about.
they never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs.
wonders why he doesn't call and why he doesn't care.
but he's thirty-two and invincible.
with everything he is based on a principle.
he never had a truly happy moment in his life.
he didn't want the kids and he didn't want his wife.
we're wasted, no, no, no.
we're all wasted.
we're wasted, no, no.
we're all wasted.
we're wasted.
we're all wasted.
we're all wasted, no, no.
we're all wasted.
twenty-three now, got his life in his hands.
he's looking all around and he doesn't understand,
'cause life's too busy, things get in the way.
we all feel alone every single day.
and at eighteen, couldn't wait to move out.
it's been five years and now i'm starting to doubt
whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
looking up to some place that isn't there.
when i'm thirty-two, will i be miserable?
with everything around based on principle?
will i have a clue? oh, wouldn't it be nice
to never be alone in this wasted life?
we're wasted, no, no, no.
we're all wasted.
we're wasted, no, no.
we're all wasted.
we're wasted.
we're all wasted.
we're all wasted, no, no.
we're all wasted.
we're wasted.
we're wasted.
we're wasted, no, no.
all wasted.
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