 I'll tell you how the stories told
Come on..
I'll tell you how the stories told
I always wanted so much more
And way on down the road I caught a glimpse of the sunlight
Working on my favourite thing
Using every piece of me
Drinking, smoking, fucking making nothing
I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free
I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me
And so far its working out
Everythings different now
Think about what you know
Forget about what your told
See how your story grows
Let it come from your own mind
Kill all your favourite things
Cover me with all your dreams
Breathing, smoking, fucking, making something
I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free
I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me
And so far its working out
Everythings different now
So far the mean machine
Hasn't got the best of me
So far...
I'll tell you how the stories told
I always wanted so much more
And way on down the road I caught a glimpse of the sunlight
I didn't do it for money, I did it all for free
I did it all to fill the fucking hole inside of me
And so far its working out
Everythings different now
So far the mean machine
Hasn't got the best of me
So far...
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