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A prophet took my hand on all souls day He preached the value of deception Changing shadows by shape shifters rules Tales are never just for fools The
You only hold me up like this Cause you don't know who I really am Sometimes I just want to know what it's like to be you We're making out inside crashed
Ba da da, ba da da, ba da. He was a star collector, she knew about the skies. He was a tightrope walker, she was the talk of the town. While he was in
I am a broken doll and you are the puppeteer Take control for me and wipe away my fears I don't claim to be perfect I know I am damaged good But I wanna
We are a lullaby, an everlasting song Taken as prisoners to a place where we belong If the tune stops, I will not wake Oh no, without us I'm no one, my
The plastic flowers you gave Sit on the table so unstable And there's some greasy fingerprints On that pre-wrote birthday card You wrote your name in
I'm collecting people's tears They cried because they miss you They fill the seas and all the lakes With memories the wind blew I'd run out of jars Before
Angels watching over me With smiles upon their face 'Cause I have made it through this far In an unforgiving place It feels sometimes this hills to steep
I met you, we made a pact Broke promises, the system snapped So all your lies and neon lights are off Bitter coated miracles And then one day the curtain
I'll be the late night lady you won't recognize I'm a chameleon, I'm always in disguise I'd read your future but it's written in the past Take a good
The days were long and the nights so cold the pages turned and the tale unfolds He'd left me for another lady. She stood so tall and she never slept
[00:16]Solo se que nunca sabre nada [00:20]del amor, tus cosas, tus desgracias, [00:25]de lo que me dices cuando me hablas, [00:29]solo se que nunca sabre
[00:14]Hay quien nace pura sangre [00:18]cosa buena, cosa mala; [00:21]no es cuestion de raza, [00:25]mas bien suele ser caracter. [00:29]Contra un muro
ball and chain ball and chain have you ever gotten your butt whipped did you ever go to prison have you ever had your pride ripped just 'cause no one
.....o de como te vuelve la vida si procuras ir de legal e intentas que no te muelan a palos. Hay quien nace pura sangre cosa buena cosa mala; no es
Prophet took my hand on all saints day He preached the values of deception Changing shadows by a shapeshifter rules Tales are never just for fools The
