The Panic Division Songs of a Dead Poet Lyrics:
These words remaining complicated, tell me which
way to run. Was it what you'd expected then? We're
rebels now without a soul. Selling songs to the
naked, in the songs of a dead poet. We scatter the
road. This time can you take it? Cause it feels
like Im racing the world and Im second best. But
its not my call if I crash and burn like the rest.
So I'll write it down before it gets old. Time's
breaking a promise, and my words will let the
truth be told. My life's sinking faster now and
I'm wasted, in the songs of a dead poet. We
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scatter the road. This time can you take it? Cause
it feels like I'm racing the world and I'm second
best. But its not my call if I crash and burn like
the rest. And the story gets old. And the story
gets old. Walk into my life and point me to my
own. And the story gets old, and the story gets
old. Walk into my life and point me to it. If only
a song were deep enough to be my last words.
Sleep. We scatter the road. This time can you take
it? Cause it feels like I'm racing the world and
I'm second best. But its not my call if I crash
and burn like the rest. And the story gets old,
and the story gets old. Can someone point me to my
home ( Come point me to my own ). In the songs of
a dead
Lyrics: Songs of a Dead Poet, The Panic Division [end]