Suburban Me - In Flames
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Suburban Me Lyrics
The self-inflicted state of mind
A one-man struggle beneath the tower
I think the clock still exist
God just forgot to tap my shoulderI woke up today
I wish I felt something
The odor of my apathy
Just might be trueI want to be the things I see
The pilgrim that is me
But I know I ain't that free
The suburban meSpirits rise and miss the eye
Covered by the stench of judgment
As gods reflection test my pride
I serve the failure that's haunting meTwisted visions torturing
Who claims to be the one?
That filtered smile
Just might be true"On half-speed, tonight I suffer
Satisfaction brings the unheeded"Can you hear the message,
As I wrestle with the clouds?
I'm on the way to succumb,
It just might be true
Songwriters
STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN/GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR/FRIDEN, ANDERS PAR/STROEMBLAD, JESPER CLAES HAAKAN/GELOTTE, BJOERN INGVAR/FRIDEN, ANDERS PARPublished by
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