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When I'm going into the bar
I'm there trying to ignore
This terror in me, I can't let it free
I can't make any sense
Unless it's in a song
And every time I try to feel
I only seem to wake up lifeless
Well tell me where would it ever end
When we fall to our own demand
When it takes up your life
Toss it like dice
Each time we fail
It never gets over looked
When you're thinking that the cards lay forward
Taking your answers, with no second chances
Immobilized by the torment
It hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take
Needing each breath just to make it through
There's nothing more I'm expected to do
There's nothing worse than hating yourself
Parading around like you're somebody else
I wish that it would just all go to hell
Wanting the time just to be by myself
I can't make any sense
Unless it's in a song
And every time I try to feel
I only seem to wake up lifeless
Oh tell me where would it ever end
When we fall to our own demand
When it takes up your life
Tossed it it like dice
Each time we fail
It never gets over looked
When you're thinking that the cards lay forward
It takes up your answers, with no second chances
Immobilized by the torment
It hits so hard, there's nothing more I can take
Needing each breath just to make it through
There's nothing more I'm expected to do
There's nothing worse than hating yourself
And parading around like you're somebody else
Wingo Lamo was written by The Gits.
Wingo Lamo was produced by Scott Benson & The Gits.
The Gits released Wingo Lamo on Wed Nov 25 1992.