(moby's "extreme ways) extreme days that no one i knew ever really had to go through extreme days that nights couldn't cool and hearts never stayed true made men walking down the street in the night trying to be girls flags and bags and overdrags of cigs that make you hurl (chorus) that's the way that's the way that it fell apart that it fell apart that's the way thats the way that we did depart that i broke your heart extreme days that passed too fast friends do fade away extreme days that welcomed the dark and what did i have to say? extreme days that poured and raged and made me have a chance extreme days that closed my eyes and hardened up my stance searching for the given end that people made me want to lie the days fly and i'm too high and tired of being shy rage-filled with sleeping pills and old men trying to do the bump men as girls and extreme days that run together in a lump (chorus) extreme days that pass me by one after the next extreme days that end with your arms crossed in an X extreme days that do begin with you falling out of bed extreme days that you never believe that at the end you could be dead no way in the world you'll ever get to be right no chance in hell of you surviving this extreme night yes, you think you're fair and just and standing up in the dawn trying to be gina and instead you end up shawn (chorus) (music)Birth sign: Aries
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