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 Artificial Flavors » De lyrics [+ Tilføj +] |
1. _ Ruth's Song
Never turn around, never look away.
Like a heart beat. She forgot to call me.
Blew my mind, every time, like a funky rhyme
Can you see this? How we always reminisce, you bear witness.
She seems to break my heart, everyday, every time, but we'll never be apart
But I this she seems to notice, how I will always miss you.
Never say goodbye.
Never said goodbye.
Feeling fine.
Never say goodbye.
Never said goodbye.
Gone away.
And her eyes, and her body. (Please breathe)
And her eyes, gone away. (Please breathe)
A beautiful day should come right here.
And take away all my fear.
That I feel from your departure.
Can you see how I remember?
Even thou we are so far apart.
But I |
2. _ Myself
I try so hard but I just can |
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3. _ Flush
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4. _ Nelly
You come disrupt thoughts again
You nag complain the truth you |
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5. _ Glass Roots
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6. _ Murder
Took from me, while I watched and stared
It seemed to me they didn |
7. _ Ink
Think back to the time in the car
With little sleep and trust we won't go far
Among these words you say a little intrigued
Upon the place we met the shallowest sea |
8. _ Not Afraid
Thin line walks in circles
'Round here was the blame
They preach in our meadow
Every song is the same
Green grass is a serpent
Her hair long and brown
With love and my guidance
Long term brings me down
I see her pretty face
Buried to the head
Clinging to the walls |
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9. _ Till Yesterday
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10. _ Fever
Cannot face the things that can be real
Do not and see your enemy
And so I say I hate to feel
Reveling me your enemy
Enters his mind it can be real
Enticing me with fantasies
Exploting dreams my past you steal
End this birden and set me free
One more time I see your face in my mind
Cannot see if its real broken line set them free
One last time but you wont let me fucking go
Is this my life or some kind of fucking show?
I try but I can see anymore
I lived the life of being a whore
I tried but your dead
One more time for being free!
Its time to face that things are real
Cannot see you face it came to me
And though I say I hate to feel
Its time to choose my remedy
Enters his mind it can be real
With hollowed pain that the semen came from me
Revolting things my past you steal
End this dream and set me free.
I tried, you died |
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