Demolition

Well we might not be that young, we’re not very old

But did you notice my path was a circle, walk the same streets over

Tell a new girl the same old things, try to kiss another mouth.

When will this curve straighten out?

It’s demolition

Demolition

I was out on the boardwalk, counting all the streetlights

Drunk from the drinks I’ve had inside.

Did you not even notice, I was bored out of my fucking head,

Did I sin and am I dead, cause Dublin feels like hell.

It’s demolition.

Demolition

I feel so young, sometimes I feel so old,

Sometimes I feel like silver, sometimes I feel like gold

It’s demoltion

Demolition

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