Songtexte: Donots. 16 Tons.

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you find me
crouched in the corner of my expectations
i'm in the place where nobody wants to be
16 tons falling down on me
situation overload
i think my head's gonna explode
and every day the tension grows and grows
i've got to get out of here
the situation seems crystal-clear
if in want to get away it is all boilling down to me
to walk away with broken legs
and hold on tight with bleeding hands
but every day the tension grows and grows
16 tons falling down on me
the perfect irony
can't anyone take me home?
the room is crowded i'm all alone
somehow i wish i could care less
but that's the way it goes
i'm never gonna leave this place
the bomb explodes right in my face
you always gonna hear my say