lördag 8 december 2007

Those that disappeared


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I've burned my disks
Thrown your letters into the fire
And the ashes lay in drifts
The Sunmatchboy smiles
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He prays and begs:
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Set your thoughts on fire
With your black and silent tears
And we know and you know everything ends
Slowly she walks out of the room
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Come, let us leave
Let us travel somewhere
Travel far away from here
Let us become those that disappeared
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Come and let us forget death
He smokes in our bed
Come and warm yourself by the embers
Of our smoking home
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The floors sing again:
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You gives us the creeps
With your black and silent tears
And we know and you know everything ends
Slowly she walks out of the room
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Come, let us leave
Let us travel somewhere
Travel far away from here
Let us become those that disappeared
.
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The camera slides over golden fields
Yes, we know that you need help
This city makes me mad tonight
You will never find your way home
Want to give you everything tonight
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You will never be yourself again
You will never be yourself again
You will never be yourself again
You will never be yourself again
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The camera slides over golden fields
Yes, we know that you need help
This city makes me mad tonight
You will never be yourself again
And I think my soul is dying of starvation
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One gets tired of your damn whining
One gets tired of your damn whining
One gets tired of your damn whining
One gets tired of your damn whining
One gets tired of your damn whining
One gets tired of your damn whining
One gets tired of your damn whining



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