Manic Street Preachers - From Despair To Where
From Despair To WhereManic Street PreachersI write this alone on my bedI've poisoned every room in my houseThe place is quiet and so alonePretend there's something worth waiting for.There's nothing nice in my headThe adult world took it all awayWake up with the same spit in my mouthCannot tell if it's real or not.I try to walk in a straight lineAn imitation of dignityFrom despair to whereFrom despair to whereOutside opened mouthed cowsPass each other as if their druggedDown pale corridors of routineWhere life falls unatonedThe weak kick like strawTill the world means less and lessWords are never enoughJust cheap tarnished glitterI try to walk in a straight lineAn imitation of dignityFrom despair to whereFrom despair to whereA cripple walks in a straight line An imitation of dignityFrom despair to whereFrom despair to whereFrom: "Wizzy" <ALEX@wisgard.freeserve.co.uk>
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| Title:From Despair To Where
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