I know your name I know your game Sweet Mary Jane You're quite insane (Insane) And all you ever want to be Is like the other girls you see And all you
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Angeles huecos. Pajaros nuevos no paran de "cantar", angeles muertos no tienen sexo, lloran por lo que fue, angeles secos, van por el suelo, viven tomando
Ya lo sabemos Todos tenemos un poco de miedo Cuesta levantarse a veces Y saber que anda fue en vano El silencio es complice Y la angustia, el dolor. De
Tulkojums: Koks. Deja.
Tulkojums: Koks, Lauren. Lūdzu Dont Leave.
Tulkojums: Koks, Ron. Deja.
: (parts of victims organs) (they will give you better style) (attach the platemail to your insides) blistered by the fire (keep your victims confined
: Your eyes are bleeding [x4] And you wait for this world to come down Because you know you're wrong (Drenched in your blood) (This crimes overdone) (
: It's the coming of man And I forget when you went away Like a kick to the face Not winning the race Lion, I've seen you from afar, I've seen her in
: (Instrumental)
: (and they would follow you home) (until we wind up dead) (checking your pulse) (we'd wait across the street) (under our tree) (outside the front door
: this hits too close to home for me and I don't need to be reminded of this pain in dwelled so long on the possible changes every step forward was a
: You roll your eyes To say the least I'm all alone and I feel That you can't be a part of this And now you run for These empty lights These empty waves
: I know your name I know your game Sweet Mary Jane you're quite insane And all you ever want to be is like the other girls you see And all you ever
(parts of victims organs) (they will give you better style) (attach the platemail to your insides) blistered by the fire (keep your victims confined)
You roll your eyes To say the least I'm all alone and I feel That you can't be a part of this And now you run for These empty lights These empty waves
