All these days of infamy keep repeating
Over and over
Right in front of me
The winter's here
And I depose the season
destroy the cheer
Sit composed and calm
To disguise the fear
Some days you shave
and some days you don't
My secret disdain is a rosy cliche
that I greet with a smile in the morning
The seasons change with no repose
and time marches onward
inexorable as the day's end
Push on forward
and are deign disdain
without care for right or wrong
until our time is done and gone
Lucero - Drink 'Till We're Gone
Ife is short
Despite of your plans
So tell the girls they're pretty while you can
'cause one day they're gone
And all you got left
Some empty bottles and an old country song
Plays on and on
I wasted my time
With these cigarettes
And these ashes are all i got left
Watch this old town
Nothing's left for me
Wash downstream
And into the sea
Because this big old river
Will kill us in time
'till then we'll drink it's weight
In cheap beer and wine
We can drink just as fast
As the river is strong
And we'll drink 'till we're gone
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