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lets go

with bloodshot eyes, i watch you sleeping
the warmth i feel beside is slowly fading
would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

the moments died, i hear no screaming
the visions left inside me are slowly fading
would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

this battered room i've seen before
the broken bones they heal no more, no more
with my last breath i'm choking
will this ever end, i'm hoping
my world is over one more time

lets go

would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

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Осколки [Amatory]

Стекла - Бросай в душу осколки
Метки - вгоняй под кожу иголки
Пена - синем огнем растворится
Боль - к сердцу стремится
Да я разбиваюсь, разбиваясь
Звуки шагов за спиной играют
Это секунды сгорают
Последний шанс оставляют
Кто здесь разрывает корни...
Хватай осколки моего стекла,
Сверкай тенью моего зла
Жизнь тает под снегом

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