I don't know where you are coming from
I'll just get back to work
All we ever do is try to ignore, the feelings that are lurking behind the countertops
They make their way back up by the mops and proceed, to kill me
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
There's no way that I will make it far, practicing what I preach
I'll push everything to tomorrow, and extend it to weeks
Then months and eventually a year
My goals don't seem to be anywhere near me and I know that eventually that I'll get what's coming to me
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
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Daniel Shaye - Ice Cream Lyrics
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I don't know where you are coming from
I'll just get back to work
All we ever do is try to ignore, the feelings that are lurking behind the countertops
They make their way back up by the mops and proceed, to kill me
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
There's no way that I will make it far, practicing what I preach
I'll push everything to tomorrow, and extend it to weeks
Then months and eventually a year
My goals don't seem to be anywhere near me and I know that eventually that I'll get what's coming to me
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
I'll just get back to work
All we ever do is try to ignore, the feelings that are lurking behind the countertops
They make their way back up by the mops and proceed, to kill me
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
There's no way that I will make it far, practicing what I preach
I'll push everything to tomorrow, and extend it to weeks
Then months and eventually a year
My goals don't seem to be anywhere near me and I know that eventually that I'll get what's coming to me
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of working, like you don't have a soul
You got to change things, rearrange things, or you will kill us all
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
What is the point, of living, like you don't have a purpose
There's no way it's worth it
Writer: Alexander Daniel
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