Placebo Lyrics by Flying Raccoon Suit
Let’s spend our lives just waiting for the end
It’s all a race towards losing relevance
Just walk on by, you won’t ease my mind
It’s all alike, it’s getting trite
Just walk on by, you won’t ease my mind
It’s all alike, it’s getting trite
Backs against the wall
More often we’ll argue than ask why
We dug a grave a garden’s what we meant
We built a plague and hope’s our medicine
Back against the wall
Give me a placebo, I’ll be fine
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Flying Raccoon Suit Lyrics – Placebo