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Bad Answer
37
Punk
Bad Answer wurde am 26. Oktober 2018 von Fat Wreck Chords als Teil des Albums Crown of Nothing veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum26. Oktober 2018
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM166

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Direct Hit!
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Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nick Woods
Nick Woods
Lyrics

Songtexte

I'm not the one, I'm not the one
 I'm not the one you want
 I'm not the one, I'm not the one
 I'm not the one who's got the answer that you're looking for,
 The solution that you seek
 Suffering's all I'm doing
 But it won't fill your need
 We all run on toward the setting sun
 Trying just to keep it on the horizon
 Call it stunned by our desperation
 All our love wasted on what's over and done
 You can tell everybody that we're nothing
 Just a collection of hollow cries and guts
 You can tell everybody that my soul's made up
 If you just let me crumble into dust
 I'm not the one, I'm not the one
 I'm not the one you want
 I'm not the one, I'm not the one
 I'm not the one just stop
 No answer makes you satisfied, no answer lets you sleep
 Life's meaning's to find meaning in this abyss, so black and deep
 You ran outta time, can't satisfy that need now that you've died
 You can tell everybody that we're nothing
 Just a collection of hollow cries and guts
 You can tell everybody that my soul's made up
 If you're dumb enough to accept that stuff
 You can tell everybody that we're nothing
 Just a collection of borrowed time and dust
 You can tell everybody that their love's made up
 If it helps when you try to sleep at night
 Dried up, the sand's filled up your mind
 Black hole is all that's left inside
 You were dead when you were born to this dead world
 Just let us break apart, we'll both feel better for it, can't ignore it
 If you're sick of it, just let it go
 Just let it go, just let it
 We all run on toward the setting sun
 Trying just to keep it on the horizon
 Call it stunned by our desperation
 All our love wasted on what's over and done
 You can tell everybody that I'm nothing, just a collection of hollow cries
 Guts
 Fucked
 You can tell everybody that our soul's made up 
 If you're dumb enough to accept that stuff
 You can tell everybody that we're nothing
 Just a collection of borrowed time and dust
 You can tell everybody that their love's made up
 If it helps when you try to sleep at night
Written by: Nick Woods
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