The Cult - Gone
"So your anger didn't carry you too far
What you expect anyway
There's no patience left in your shattered little self
You haven't got a fucking thing to say
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
Rain on your back the wind in your face
You're spinnin 'round going nowhere
Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone
You wasted it this time my friend
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
My friends and I used to mess about
In the park, we were only fourteen, yeah
I later understood about my attitude
I never thought I'd get that gone
"
What you expect anyway
There's no patience left in your shattered little self
You haven't got a fucking thing to say
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
Rain on your back the wind in your face
You're spinnin 'round going nowhere
Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone
You wasted it this time my friend
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
My friends and I used to mess about
In the park, we were only fourteen, yeah
I later understood about my attitude
I never thought I'd get that gone
"
"So your anger didn't carry you too far
What you expect anyway
There's no patience left in your shattered little self
You haven't got a fucking thing to say
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
Rain on your back the wind in your face
You're spinnin 'round going nowhere
Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone
You wasted it this time my friend
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
My friends and I used to mess about
In the park, we were only fourteen, yeah
I later understood about my attitude
I never thought I'd get that gone
"
What you expect anyway
There's no patience left in your shattered little self
You haven't got a fucking thing to say
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
Rain on your back the wind in your face
You're spinnin 'round going nowhere
Sweet dreams of her, she left you alone
You wasted it this time my friend
High on your own, gone
Mother fucker, fucking stoned
My friends and I used to mess about
In the park, we were only fourteen, yeah
I later understood about my attitude
I never thought I'd get that gone
"
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