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Animas Que No Amanezca

Ando Que Me Lleva

Alone

[Heart Cover]. . I hear the ticking of the clock. I'm lying here the room's pitch dark. I wonder where you are tonight. No answer on the telephone. . And the night goes by so very slow.

Anyone

It's alright now, if you don't need me.. It's alright now, that I can't see you.. Well it's now alright for me to be a victim of your tragedy.. It's not alright for me anymore..

Alone

Tonight looks like a cold one. If the moon decides to show. And dance along the ocean. None of us will know. None of us will know. . So this is the end of it.

Anywhere But Here

It doesn't matter where you go. it's all the same when. you're standing alone. In the room amongst. the crowd. At this place where. no one knows. you're around.

All I Wanted

Like the dry and faded leaves,. I watch my world around changing,. Such a cold and dark season,. Raindrops falling with no sun,. Because we threw it all away.

Angels & Demons (be My Angel)

You see me suffer,. Im being pulled under. These waves wash over,. these streets I wander all alone. . Can you be my angel?. Demons want my soul.. Be my angel ....

€¦powdered Water Too

[Eyedea]. If someone grew up in a cubicle as Plato once suggested. They would only know the cubicle and not the world outside it. And they wouldn't view the cubicle as something geometric.

A Murder Of Memories

(Spoken). That's him in the corner of social oblivion. Encompassed by the sweet sense of freedom. That only borders the aura of deep cerebral gouges. Buried in each beat of the heart he was once proud to home.

Apt. E

Think of all the hearts being broken, the untrue words being spoken.. Its hard to trust the one you're with.. Isn't it interesting how its broken and just can't be fixed..