Soft Metals Interobserver歌词

You’re not common’s … …but I lost all from …. … amnesia, lights out my eyes Erase the memories, remove the facts You’re unhappy for some time I’m gonna take back what’s mine You’re unhappy for some time I’m gonna take back what’s mine You

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Little children snuggle under soft black stars 孩子们偎依在柔和的黑星下 And if you look into their eyes-- soft black stars 如果你凝视着他们眼里柔和的黑星 Deliver them from the book and the letter and the word 便勿需用书.信和词语来拯救他们 And let them read the silence bathed in soft black s

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No ones around you to see when a teardrop fall And no ones can hear when you cry theres no sound at all No one can tell I'm broken No words were spoken Through this I'm fragile I gotta find me somewhere soft to land Don't you see If I crash this hear

Hear, hear the noise that moves so soft and slow That's the sound of freshly fallen snow Your love is gold, your love is gold Seems, seems as though we'll be stuck out here for days To bang upon these drums that we have made You never know, you never

I stole all her letters I stole all those poems They belong to a girl I used to know There's still music On Queen Street Where all the young girls go I would rather be down there Than to read these notes I praise all these soft Summer girls They take

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You can ride with us anytime you want, We can journey to the end of the night. We can look for treasures, of our own delight. You can crush it up any way you want, You can churn it into something new. In the misty morning, I'll be here with you. Pove

The Soft Pack Mexico All these people seem to want to run away Always travel all the time, not belonging I think it's best you know, I think the story goes Don't tell me if you're leaving 'cause I don't wanna know I'm letting you go How can we go on