Vārdi: Fuel. Natural Selection. Days With You.

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Rain falls down like your alibi
Thought you held the stars in the sky
Till I found your love
Was a lie

And I lost the life
And the days with you my love

All your lines I cannot erase
Pull your fingers from round my brain
But you put this hate
In my eyes

But I love the scars
Of the days with you my love

Till I found your love
Was a lie

But I love the scars
Of the days with you my love