Odes Songtext
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Clinging to the ceiling
Constantly in flight
Promise of a nicer life
Eccentric confusion
Keeping us alive
Promise of new types of night
It remains as it was
Monotonous fuss for kids
I never grabbed a hold of it


Hand in hand,
Don′t trust in me
I'm not an
Honest man
I′ll only let you down
But I'm baptised catholic
Excuses sound aloud
With a soul like mastic
Feet firmly not on ground

Monotonous fuss for kids
I never grabbed a hold of it
And I never felt that whole again
Home never felt like home again,
I

I thought I'd seen it all before
I thought I′d seen it all before
I thought I′d seen it all before
Seen it all before
I thought I'd seen it all before
Odes disdain
I think no more
Never thought that this was it
To die never living rich
To die never living rich
To die never living rich