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Blended Brew
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Prisoner Son
My knuckles are pale Bloody fists of memories A kind of love, dangerous I tattoo myself, to remember Who i am To be invisible Don't wanna be The person i see In empty rooms i'm nothing I hear you whisper and cry In empty rooms i'm nothing Here are no summertimes
This cage is my propper place The semon of self, alone to face 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Walls of deception surround every head Am i still alive, or already dead? When i look in the mirror The reflection i hate 'Cause it depicts my fate of a stupid life That turned into fight
In empty rooms i'm nothing I hear you whisper and cry In empty rooms i'm nothing Here are no summertimes.
-Sigwulf.
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