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How can it feel this wrong, from this moment, how can it feel this wrong?
06:33pm, Friday 22 Jun 2001
Song of the Day: Portishead - Roads
I can't do this. It's gone to hell. Where has all my strength gone?
Karma has paid me back, big time.
Portishead - Roads
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never find our way,
Regardless of what they say,
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel this wrong.
Stone in the morning light
I feel no more,
Can I say,
From self to myself,
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain't right,
Surely that ain't right
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never find our way,
Regardless of what they say,
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel this wrong.
Oh, can't anybody see,
We've got a war to fight,
Never find our way,
Regardless of what they say,
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel this wrong.
I hate being a trophy.
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