Artist: Paint It Black
Song: The Fine Art Of Falling Apart

We hit the streets with fast beats. 
No surrender and no retreat. 
Get in the van was our battle cry 
even though half the time we couldn't even see eye to eye. 

A lot of heart, a little luck
And just a pinch of self destruct 
If I knew then what I know now
I'd do it all again

The amp's shut down
The vacuum tubes have grown cold
Am I getting soft? 
Am I getting old? 

Am I starting to rot? 
Ready or not 
Flip the switch, hit the bricks
This is all I've got

Flat feet, a broken back
How do I get myself back on track?
We try to do it right 
But everything goes wrong
Did you know 
I'm still in love with that song?

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