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For The Fallen Dreams The Big Empty

to grow and I need to go. I need some space. I need to erase all the thoughts of you that were put in this place. All the things that are now dead and gone, for

grow and I need to go. I need some space. I need to erase all the thoughts of you that were put in this place. All the things that are now dead and gone, for

dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty

Sometimes it?s hard to sleep in this empty room, Sometimes the moon shines singing sad of you. I?ve just the ghosts of a life spent for love, I have

singing silly ploys - Anything for a shot at the big time Or a little nightlife through our veins So waste your wishes on weightless dreams (with me) (Thanks to Ele for

better than me Big car, big house, big dreams are things my life won't see Too shy or too bold or too nice or too cold Or always looking at a half empty

work for food will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the

I sip that Big Mo, I drink that Pimp c Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in peace Pimp C I sip that Big Mo, I drink that pimp c Rest in peace Big Mo, rest in

call me to tease me you had your chance you had enough of loving me I can't deny that everytime I hear your voice I fall into the same old dream