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Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Goodnight Argent - Don't get sentimental


Every word that I speak,
every last memory is foreign.
In this place I had love,
now this place I put up feels so haunted.
Sold my soul when she left,
then ran off with the check, I'm fallin
Gaining speed til I crash,
til this house is dust and ash.

Angels all enjoy the show
they thank us for giving them room to grow

Don't get sentimental
Life's just a riddle and you got to
fight your own way out
Your heart may be broken,
but time it aint slowin
Its right on course and it's running you down,
Get the hell out of town.

Soon the stars will hide in shame
and neon lights will guide our way onward
Feel the heat caress your skin,
live or lose we go all in.

Angels all enjoy the show
they thank us for giving them room to grow

Don't get sentimental
life's just a riddle and you got to
fight your own way out
Your heart may be broken,
but time it aint slowin
Its right on course and it's running you down,
Get the hell out of town.

When your back's against the wall
You need the heart of a fighter
No one's answering your call.
You've got to find the will, oh the strength,
To march through hell and it's flames,
and not lose your way.

Don't get sentimental
life's just a riddle and you got to
fight your own way out
Your heart may be broken,
but time it ain't slowin'
Its right on course and it's running you down,
Get the hell out of town.

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