This, this a dark this is a place I can't escape would you leave me here. Lying in wait hanging like bait strangled by fate would you even care. This is my cure this is my life this is my Christ my crown of thorns.
What it cost me to assimilate myself. It engulfed me and turned me into someone else. It is crashing right into your face. Everlasting it seems to suffer in this.
Hey baby, I'm choking, I'll help you breathe. Hey baby, I'm smoking, I'll set your mind at ease. I feel you inside what do you want from me. I want you to open wide.
I can't believe it's so hollow in here in this hole. I can't conceive, this time is borrowed now. I can't go on anymore. Turn on the lights now, wake me up.
It's down to this. I've got to make this life make sense. Can anyone tell what I've done. I miss the life. I miss the colors of the world. Can anyone tell where I am.
Tension, like wire on schizophren street. A man like fire, keeping it discreet. Age of madness closing into view. Corruption of the dearest, ache the bones inside you.
You were the bright young thing. Till you took a little sting of Victorian. Then it spread like a slick. Made your frozen heart tick. So you passed it on.
Little people looking through the windows. Checking out their alter egos. Down, out. . No risk but there is no passion. Your computer's checking my rations.
Tonight I saw your true face. Vindictive, a language of your reaction. And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in. It nearly went in vain while you took aim.
Flvio Venturini / Vermelho. A qualquer tempo cantar. A toda hora nascer. Todo tempo tempo. Pra gente se ver. A todo amor se entregar. Sem medo de se perder.
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig. 500 men with axes and they all dig for me". A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim.
dance to the sun. a kiss to the earth. embrace a stone. . come the small black book. come the brandy cask. one strange disease. the well worded paper.
Wide open falsehood. The clan destine truths. Rival till the end. In a series of duels. . Pardon the drapery language I choose. Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use.
For whom the bells toll. When sentenced to die. The stuttering rifles. Will stifle the cry. The monstrous anger. The fear's rapid rattle. A desert inferno.
Ooh. You were lookin' away from me. Western skies callin' you. Colors spillin', runnin' dazzling you. I was looking the other way. Voices call from the east.
Well they left then in the mornin'. A hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the mornin'. I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone.
She walks alone on the brick lane,. A year had changed her forever,. the breeze is blowing.. He used to live so close here,. just like her grey home..
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