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A.F.I. - Bleed Black
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I am exploring the inside.
I find it desolate.
I do implore these confines now as they penetrate,
"recreate me."
I'm hovering through out time.
I crumble in these days.
I crumble, cannot, I cannot find reflection in these days.
If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close,
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
I am destroyed by the inside.
I disassociate.
I hope to destroy the ouside.
It will alleviate and elevate me.
Like water flowing into lungs, I'm flowing through these days.
As morphine tears through deadened veins I'm numbing in these days.
If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close,
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close,
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
I know what died that night.
It can never be brought back to life once again,I know.
I know what died that night.
It can never be brought back to life once again,I know.
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life.
Once again, I know.
I know I died that night and I'll never be brought back to life.
Once again, I know.
If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close,
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to dust.
If you listen, (listen, listen) listen close,
beat-by-beat, you can hear when a heart stops.
I saved the pieces when it broke and ground them all to d
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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