Songtexte: Quarter Inch Jack. End Of This.
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You don't understand
What's here inside my head
Feel alone soaked in dread
My heart alive
My soul is dead
I tried to make you mine
A hope a love a joy divine
So short of all I find myself to blame
To blame
At the end of this
The end of this
Torn apart again I find you
A little piece of me inside you
An echo on the soul
That I cannot see
Freedom comes
Quiet goes
A friend to calm the wayside woe
Battle with my ancient foe
Who lives again
Lives again
You don't know how I feel
This thing can't be real
Is this your question
Don't even ask for tonight
You don't understand
What's here inside my head
Feel alone soaked in dread
My heart alive
My soul is dead
I tried to make you mine
A hope a love a joy divine
So short of all I find myself to blame
To blame
At the end of this
The end of this
Torn apart again I find you
A little piece of me inside you
An echo on the soul
That I cannot see
Freedom comes
Quiet goes
A friend to calm the wayside woe
Battle with my ancient foe
Who lives again
Lives again
You don't know how I feel
This thing can't be real
Is this your question
Don't even ask for tonight
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