that you won't be gone Distance dilutes it rewrites and rewrites And I will pretend that you won't be gone Distance dilutes it rewrites this song The
you won't be gone distance dilutes and re-writes and re-writes i will pretend that you won't be gone distance dilutes and re-writes this song the island
Oversættelse: Den honorære titel. Fortynd.
: The reality of not knowing After the curtain falls, Breeds a fear deep inside That runs through us all. Selfish curiosity, Self-made reasoning. Is
: Subject to your own scrutiny. Reflect on what you say. Connected indirectly, Perfect in every way. Aware of every movement. Commit to memory. Not easy
that you won't be gone distance dilutes and re-writes and re-writes i will pretend that you won't be gone distance dilutes and re-writes this song the
Subject to your own scrutiny. Reflect on what you say. Connected indirectly, Perfect in every way. Aware of every movement. Commit to memory. Not easy
The reality of not knowing After the curtain falls, Breeds a fear deep inside That runs through us all. Selfish curiosity, Self-made reasoning. Is
Och dar faller annu ett ar sonder till sma minnen alla dagar blir igar Varfor vantar du har pa ingen speciell, ingen sarskild Hur lange ska du stanna
[Instrumental]
I'm cold, I'm ugly I'm always confused by everything I can stare into a thousand eyes But every smile hides a bold faced lie It itches, it seethes, it
Force Fed into believing what's right. Your stripped of a soul and you're ready to fold. Follow them and they'll show you the light. You're already sold
I'm cold, I'm ugly I'm always confused by everything I can stare into a thousand eyes But every smile hides a bold-faced lie It itches, it seethes, it
They didn't control you so they stole you away with the media and now they're feeding you out to the masses now you're watered down and passive today
