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Skroot Zung
03:46
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In times of great troubles
There should be a plan (Unless there's not)
And right now we need one
Let's do what we can (It's all we've got)
Don't panic, we still have hope in the form of
A celebrated orchestrator who's always prepared
But only when we have time and there's none left
(Unless you count the night!)
You're so forgetful, godsdammit
Go do whatever you want
It's all improv, don't plan it
Before I know it, the hate is gone
Even when the sun burns out
You can always turn upside a frown
Even through the suffering
Even when the last time I'm around
Your highness, I've come here
To take out the trash (Including you)
So you know what that means
I'm done in a flash (Oh fuck I'm screwed)
Don't panic, we still have hope in the form of
A celebrated orchestrator who's always prepared
But only when we have time and there's none left
(Unless you count the night!)
I'm so forgetful, godsdammit
I'll do whatever I want
It's all improv don't plan it
Before you know it, the hate is gone
Even when the sun burns out
I can always turn upside a frown
Even through the suffering
Even when the last time you're around
disaster averted
but we still have a mess
on our hands to deal with
it's really not that bad
this could be, be better
but i shouldn't complain
at least i've got something
at the end of the day
We're so forgetful, godsdammit
We'll do whatever we want
It's all improv don't plan it
Before we know it, the hate is gone
Even when the sun burns out
We can always turn upside a frown
Even through the suffering
Even when the last time we're around
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Skroot Zung inst
03:46
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In times of great troubles
There should be a plan (Unless there's not)
And right now we need one
Let's do what we can (It's all we've got)
Don't panic, we still have hope in the form of
A celebrated orchestrator who's always prepared
But only when we have time and there's none left
(Unless you count the night!)
You're so forgetful, godsdammit
Go do whatever you want
It's all improv, don't plan it
Before I know it, the hate is gone
Even when the sun burns out
You can always turn upside a frown
Even through the suffering
Even when the last time I'm around
Your highness, I've come here
To take out the trash (Including you)
So you know what that means
I'm done in a flash (Oh fuck I'm screwed)
Don't panic, we still have hope in the form of
A celebrated orchestrator who's always prepared
But only when we have time and there's none left
(Unless you count the night!)
I'm so forgetful, godsdammit
I'll do whatever I want
It's all improv don't plan it
Before you know it, the hate is gone
Even when the sun burns out
I can always turn upside a frown
Even through the suffering
Even when the last time you're around
disaster averted
but we still have a mess
on our hands to deal with
it's really not that bad
this could be, be better
but i shouldn't complain
at least i've got something
at the end of the day
We're so forgetful, godsdammit
We'll do whatever we want
It's all improv don't plan it
Before we know it, the hate is gone
Even when the sun burns out
We can always turn upside a frown
Even through the suffering
Even when the last time we're around
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DystoP Philippines
An overseas KiyoteruP writing rock music.
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