The Story Goes On Songtext
von Ellen Froese

I looked up at the chain-smoke silhouette
Thought about leaving while adding up my debts
I sucked all the air out of the living room with just one breath
You could bet all your money and always win
That I′m awake at night, thinking of when
And of a night where I could lay down at 10
Fall into sleep not remembering
The story goes on

I peer down at the couples and the bikers and the dads
I'm an eagle, I′m a mouse, I'm just really very sad
It's a prison here for some, it′s a freedom just for me
I fly above, I dig below for everything I thought I′d be


What does that mean?
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Programmed from conception to be this strange mix
Of so many generations through survival, death, and sex
Gigabytes and microchips of skin cells and history
Now I talk on the phone to someone I haven't seen
She feels like a friend whose job it is to walk with me
She holds me up - so do the meds
It′s genetic consultation of this life so far I've lead

The story goes on
The story goes on
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