Текст и слова песни Children 18:3 – You Know We're All So Fond Of Dying
It's a lesson in progress
How far away can we go?
Everything is progress
As far as I know
Take a life and make it something less, please
Anything more than stupid tests
And tests and tests and tests
I found the answer to my selfishness
Cry, cry, cry
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
They'll never shut up
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
It's an acceptable practice
And I am loathe to say
Snuffed out the wicks from a sea of candles
Maybe Jesus could take it away
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
They'll never shut up
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
The carousel comes 'round again
I cry and scream, but I pretend
They're running down and I can't chase
Or put that smile out of place
Say it isn't so!
Come, they come to take them all away
But I'm not going home
Come, they come to take my soul away
But I'm not going home
Cry, cry, cry
And we hear them sing
How far away can we go?
Everything is progress
As far as I know
Take a life and make it something less, please
Anything more than stupid tests
And tests and tests and tests
I found the answer to my selfishness
Cry, cry, cry
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
They'll never shut up
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
It's an acceptable practice
And I am loathe to say
Snuffed out the wicks from a sea of candles
Maybe Jesus could take it away
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
They'll never shut up
Please stop killing us
(You know we're all so fond of dying)
Please stop using us
The carousel comes 'round again
I cry and scream, but I pretend
They're running down and I can't chase
Or put that smile out of place
Say it isn't so!
Come, they come to take them all away
But I'm not going home
Come, they come to take my soul away
But I'm not going home
Cry, cry, cry
And we hear them sing
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