Текст песни The Recovery (The Press and the President) с переводом

I spent eight fucking months living in a 4 by 3, with secondhand furniture

pointed at a big TV.

Traded my first guitar for it, I don’t think I need one.

One of many traits I hate, my impulsivity.

We’re the last few holding up, kiddo’s on the run.

Faked all my ambitions, missed out on having fun.

I’m clinging to te edge, but I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

I wanted it to hit me hard.

I wanted it to be like the first time I got drunk (and all my friends just

laughed at me).

But, it’s more like a hangover, a neuron killing spree.

So, I might as well just focus on my own recovery.

We’re the last few holding up, kiddo’s on the run.

Faked all my ambitions, missed out on having fun.

I’m clinging to the edge, but I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

I’ll leave it un-debated, the mess I have created.

Ungrateful as I am.

I’ll leave it un-debated, the mess I have created.

Ungrateful as I am.

We’re the last few holding up, kiddo’s on the run.

Faked all my ambitions, missed out on having fun.

I’m clinging to the edge, but I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

We’re the last few holding up, kiddo’s on the run.

Faked all my ambitions, missed out on having fun.

I’m clinging to the edge, but I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

I’m not the only one.

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