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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Toast To The Extras”

• Swimming on the surface It's a hell of a lot safer up here Ain't prepared to dive And uncover all my darkest fears This ain't no covert operation I don't have that much concentration Staring at the clock And my patience is wearing thin One more down the gullet Keeps me from jumping out of my skin I'm lost in the fog of contradiction I toast to the extras I drink to them 'cause they don't talk to much They fill up space and entertain And when i cut 'em loose they don't make a fuss They all add up to zero in my life They're just here to cure boredom for the night Now sometimes all this leaves me feeling hallow That's when i take refuge with my pillow I'm not even ready for confession That's right

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