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What are you asking me for,
it's not my god damn history
What do you hope to find here,
there's nothing left as you can see.
When the beatings all began
We began to scream and run,
but the current pulled us down
and the smallest ones were drawn
Now we sit and drink all day
and sing their songs of praise
What are you asking me for,
it's not my god damn history
What do you hope to find here,
there's nothing left as you can see
There was something in the waves,
that arrived to take our place
We were broken one by one
by the angels in the sun
Now we sit and drink all day
telling tales of the yesterday
and always seems the same
What are you asking me for,
it's not my god damn history
What do you hope to find here,
I thought I made it crystal clear
We learned a lot about the art of contradiction
We learned a lot about the company we keep
We learned a lot about what keeps us all together, I'm with you
Until the end
What are you asking me for
What are you asking me for
What are you asking me for,
(it's just my god damn history)
What are you asking me for,
(it's just my god damn history)
What are you asking me for,
(it's just my god damn history)
What are you asking me...
With the beatings held again.