Atari (Red Giants)
You might be gone but you
Still return
Spending endless hours wining
On the phone and
You might forgave me but there's always
Something else
And I cannot save you from me and from
Yourself
One year to boxing day
(Always getting stained by hot brains)
One year to boxing day
(Calling off all reservations)
One year to boxing day
And we are already warming up
Packed up
More than what my back can carry
And I'm fed up
Sick of leaving all that much and standing
Standby
Everytime I wonder why I'm waiting
And I break
Every time I walk down memory lane
What can I do now that
I want to change
Crying, crawling, begging and
Screaming for help
And I'm quite sure that I know
The meaning of the words
And I'll force you to repeat it to me
"Get out"
One year to boxing day
(Always getting stained by hot brains)
One year to boxing day
(Calling off all reservations)
One year to boxing day
And we are already warming up
Packed up
More than what my back can carry
And I'm fed up
Sick of leaving all that much and standing
Standby
Everytime I wonder why I'm waiting
And I break
Every time I walk down memory lane
Packed up
More than what my back can carry
And I'm fed up
Sick of living all that much and standing
Standby
Everytime I wonder why I'm waking
And I break
Every time I walk down memory lane
Still return
Spending endless hours wining
On the phone and
You might forgave me but there's always
Something else
And I cannot save you from me and from
Yourself
One year to boxing day
(Always getting stained by hot brains)
One year to boxing day
(Calling off all reservations)
One year to boxing day
And we are already warming up
Packed up
More than what my back can carry
And I'm fed up
Sick of leaving all that much and standing
Standby
Everytime I wonder why I'm waiting
And I break
Every time I walk down memory lane
What can I do now that
I want to change
Crying, crawling, begging and
Screaming for help
And I'm quite sure that I know
The meaning of the words
And I'll force you to repeat it to me
"Get out"
One year to boxing day
(Always getting stained by hot brains)
One year to boxing day
(Calling off all reservations)
One year to boxing day
And we are already warming up
Packed up
More than what my back can carry
And I'm fed up
Sick of leaving all that much and standing
Standby
Everytime I wonder why I'm waiting
And I break
Every time I walk down memory lane
Packed up
More than what my back can carry
And I'm fed up
Sick of living all that much and standing
Standby
Everytime I wonder why I'm waking
And I break
Every time I walk down memory lane
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Writer(s): Alexandros Spyrou
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