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01-03-09 @ 15:10
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Blackfield - 1000 people
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A thousand people yell,
They're shouting my name,
But I want to die in this moment,
I want to die,
And a thousand people smile
They're smiling at me
But I want to die in this moment,
I want to die,
No way to understand
Why I've become the way I am,
But when the sky if filled with stars,
I find the place inside my heart,
Some people can take a blow
And won't ever drop,
But I want to die in this moment,
I want to die,
She will tell me she loves me
And she won't ever stop,
But I want to die in this moment,
I want to die,
A coldness in my soul
And I reach out for her to hold,
And then I watch her close her eyes,
It's only me that needs to cry
And if I stay with you,
Do you believe that love comes true?
No way to understand
Why I've become the way I am,
And when the sky is filled with stars,
I find the place inside my heart,
And then I watch her close her eyes,
It's only me who needs to cry,
A thousand people yell,
They're shouting my name,
But I want to die in this moment,
I want to die.
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| can't see any reasons for such actions... or last step as i can see above... d'you remember, i talked about Cortazar tales? so, it's like that: shit's heapen but nobody can say why... it's really attractive, but when you're begining to think about the reasons you're feel sick and nothing more... i'm really trying to see beauty in this all and failing... the art of death... shall i understand this sometime?... who knows... |
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