Did you think you life would turn and change, girl? Did you think it just could stay the same, girl? Did you find You just got caught in a whirl Caught
Can you tell me why Things are not quite right Look out This is not fiction Somehow I'm changing Watch out I'm all alone Out of control Revolving motion
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All that I see can conceive Your wanton indifference derides Decisions weren't hard to deceive How we fooled ourselves when it died Searching for a new
you sold your soul to a stranger you confused life with danger you made the wrong decision forever being held in derision from one extrem to another
Emptiness surrounding me Tearing me down, tearing me down Dark like a black deep space Voiding my soul, voiding my soul Calmness raping my mind Breaking
I've seen the city and I took the next flight for Borneo They say it's pretty, I like the t-shirts in Borneo Some wear Bob Marley others in Playboy or
Lead Nornagest Take Me!!! [Nornagest:] Blank eyes in sight Empty body for a soul full of sorrow Confusion is growing in me, Spining wihtin my blood
Bowie/pop I've seen the city I took the next flight for borneo They say it's pretty I like the tee shirts in borneo Some wear bob marley Others in playboy
[Epoch II - Omens about the great Infernos] Disturbance plights the fantastic boreal Arc... Displacement of three perfect Moons... Edging the fragments
Internal combustion Multiple personalities Terror inside of me A mask of silent agony Curse the falling rain The vortex of pain As medieval as Merlin
I want you to descend. I want you to fall down. I want to be the end - Of everything you've ever done. The cities that I built, The forests that
The way leading to him is unknown and steep And the bodies rests of those who didn't deserve him make it slippery But it is at the borders of my soul,
I've been waiting for the wind to change I've been craving the summer rain I wonder when she's gonna flood the plains Will I die before I get old? Will
J'percois tes funerailles Cerveau en bataille Tu te veux liquide Pantin translucide Mais tu n'pourrais rien changer Cote sombre, c'est mon ombre Dissout
Voila une chanson qui tourne en rond sur les 30 ou 40 annees de tourbillon que nous allons vivre ensemble ou bien mourir ailleurs. Tourbillonnaire, deux
Qualcuno ha sparato sul tuo giovane cuore qualcuno ti ha insegnato prima l'odio dell'amore ti hanno spogliato messo nudo con le spalle al muro in questo
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