Calendar Day Cliché - текст песни
Calendar Day Cliché
books and covers and pigeon holes…
walk in the door ears burning already in a box - wheels turning
pre-conceived notions and quiet whispersjudge me on what I say
judge me on my everyday
judge me on yesterday
calendar day cliché mohawks and dyes - nothing but lies
i don't wear dickies nor have any piercings
and i even forgot what emo meant
what it was and what it is
and how it defines the giver and the gifti'll never be your …
i even forgot what emo meant what it was and what it is
and how it defines the giver and the gift
after all, music's emotion
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