I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymoreI just know that I'm harder to consoleI don't see who I'm trying to be instead of meBut the key is a question of controlCan you say what you're trying to play anywayI just pay while you're breaking all the rulesAll the signs that I find have been underlinedDevils thrive on the drive that is fueledAll this running around, well it's getting me downJust give me a pain that I'm used toI don't need to believe all the dreams you conceiveYou just need to achieve something that rings trueThere's a hole in your soul like an animalWith no conscience, repentance unknownClose your eyes, pay the price for your paradiseDevils feed on the seeds that are sownI can't conceal what I feel, what I know is realNo mistaking the faking, I careWith a prayer in the air I will leave it thereOn a note full of hope not despairAll this running around, well it's getting me downJust give me a pain that I'm used toI don't need to believe all the dreams you conceiveYou just need to achieve something that rings trueAll this running around, well it's getting me downJust give me a pain that I'm used toI don't need to believe all the dreams you concieveYou just need to achieve something that rings true
Depeche Mode, A pain that I'm used to
"I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymoreI just know that I'm harder to console(...)Can you say what you're trying to play anyway..."never enough...Xin-Xin
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"I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console(...)Can you say what you're trying to play anyway..."
never enough...
Xin-Xin
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