And This Day - Live - Revisited

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Everywhere
 Just no fucking respite for us here
 Dream theatre
 And this day
 No matter what all who fills baskets
 Or who's just there
 The whole earth shudders
 And this day
 Seen from the bottom glass phut cig
 Everywhere
 Just no fucking respite for us here
 Jim kidder
 And this day
 The old feelings came back
 The surroundings were screaming on the road
 And you even mistrust your own feelings
 And this day
 The old feelings came back
 You show me the bloody poor bores
 The surroundings were screaming on the roads
 So you even mistrust your own feelings
 A big basket full S-pub S-mart
 And this day
 The old feelings came back
 Everywhere just no fucking respite for us here
 Jim kidder
 A big basket full S-pub S-Mart
 A zero in the SS school bus lacks wages
 Poetic justice
 And this day
 The old feelings came back
 The surroundings were screaming on the roads
 So you even mistrust your own feelings
 And this day
 As seen from a glass bottom phut cig
 Everywhere
 Just no fucking respite for us here
 Jim kidder
 Who are the translators?
 In a Bl glandule area
 And though the blades make presence felt
 Like US football players
 And this day
 It will soon heal up
 Everywhere
 The surroundings were screaming on the roads
 But I'll even blow my nose on last pound note
 And this day
 The old feelings came back
 The surroundings were screaming on the roads
 So you even mistrust your own feelings
 Even god pays here
 You can go all around Holland
 Holland Europe
 Youth continent
 But it will soon come back
 And this day
 It will soon heal up
 The surroundings were screaming on the roads
 So you even mistrust your own feelings
 And this day
 I am right here
 The fear and the awe
 Medical thingy
 And this day
 Everywhere just
 no fucking respite for us here
 Jim kidder
 Everywhere
 Just no fucking respite for us here
 Jim kidder
 And this day
 Who are the translators?
 Everywhere
 Just no fucking respite for us here
 Guaranteed by god
 Rosso rosso
 And this day
 The old feelings came back
 Everywhere
 And this day
 Who are the translators? Who are the empirical leeches?
 Who
 Who
 Classical
 Smart organic brain bank
 Multiplexes
 Who are the transistors?
 Who are the numerical leeches?
 Brain bank
 It's clear when every lie disturbs
 Makes you jump
 Everywhere
 Just no fucking respite
 Us here Jim kidder
 Your friends are dust
 They're in bits
 They're dust
 Dusty friends
 I cannot account
 For this village
 Turned me into a nigger
 Space dusty clock drove me
 To this village

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Duration
05:24
Key
7
Tempo
134 BPM

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