Everlone

life has teeth, and bites the feeding open handyou wanna be in a band?

I got to feeling,

I got too much, too soon, too ****** up

I don't know

I got to get to the showwell... what have

I got to do?what have

I got to do to get through to you?well... what have

I got to do?what have

I got to do to get next to you?like a telephone call would do, **** it

CHORUS:everlone, everlonea thousand fake heroes appear at the throne (of)everlone, into the great unknownleaving it all to fade for a while'til the fire in my eyes passes bywhen ideas run out, any fool can make a fist

I got the will to resist

I got the power of one, the fear of none, the arms to judge a man

I bet you don't understandwell... what have

I got to do?what have

I got to do to get through to you?well... what have

I got to do?what have

I got to do to get next to you?like a telephone call would do, **** it

CHORUSpasses by - like a train, like the strangers all aroundpasses by - like a pain, like the only friend

I've foundbut if you mix self-confidence with some common sensemaybe then you'll realise you touch me never, never, ever...(... ever (x7))

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