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Songtexte: Bury Your Dead. Tuesday Night Fever.

Alone I stand, here I stand waiting
Dreams of me erasing all the false words that you spoke
Alone I stand, here I stand waiting
Dreams of me erasing all the false words that you spoke

Regret filled nights finally end
Sleepless nights finally end
I'm not forgiving you
I will never ever forgive you

Reality is setting in
It's your mistakes that brought you here
The things you said, they brought me to my knees
The truth, it hurts so fucking much

But it hurts so much more in the end
Where I am left
But it hurts so much more in the end
Where I am left

So let's keep this bond as a reminder
A reminder of all the things we fucking had

Feeling no sympathy
Feeling no remorse
Feeling no sympathy
Feeling no remorse

Feeling no sympathy
Feeling no remorse
Feeling no sympathy
Feeling no remorse