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Dead Poetic - A green desire

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I want to see your eyes. The light, the tunnel.
I need to feel your love. This fight, my struggle.
Which hand should I cut off? My life in shambles.
I’ll lose my life right here. But what for, I’m coming home.

And I will meet you (there)

I’m heading nowhere fast. I need your hands.
Which breath will be my last? It’s gone, my past.
Love with a broken heart. I’m here alone.
I’m getting taken away. I hope you’re coming soon.

And I will meet you (there)

Grab my hand and take me home.

Will you be there to grab my hand and take me away?

I want to see your eyes.
I need to feel your love.
Which hand should I cut off?
I’ll lose my life right here.

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  • Losowe utwory

    Solid ground

    One man built his house in the sand
    Another put his house upon a rock
    When the floods of tribulation came you can understand
    Why one house remained and the other one did not.

    So let s built our house on solid ground on a rock
    Where we can live...

    Spassiunatamente

    Nce arrivammo, nuje,
    Curva su curva,
    Dall alto scennenno
    Int a povere e camionne,
    Int a povere e camionne

    Nce arrivammo, nuje,
    Pe oblique scalinate,
    Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare,
    Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare

    Stu mare, int a solita calura,
    che squisitamente frisco,
    scunsulatamente frisco

    Parola su parola nce arrivammo,
    Nce arrivammo ncopp o mare,
    Scustamato paraviso

    Siamo mangiatori di pesce,
    Ne facimmo na passione,
    Ne...

    Reasons

    Well if you ever become one of them
    Listen up real closely
    Cause I won?t tell you again, boy
    And even though I know the bad times never hurt you
    A run in with the wrong crowd
    Can never, you never hurt
    If you...

    Dużo palę

    Dużo palę, mało jem,
    mało jem, lecz trochę piję
    i powoli, tak powoli czas ucieka,
    niezwyczajny czas, choć codzienny jak gazeta.

    Gorzkie słowa mówią mi,
    chodzą za mną po ulicy,
    bez znaczenia jakiś w bramie pocałunek,
    a od rana szklanki kawy, szklanki kawy,
    nawet diabeł ich nie...

    Not fire, not ice

    There is not a river wide
    Not a mountain high
    And neither sin nor evil
    Could change how I feel inside
    Could change how I feel inside
    Not all the strength of the ocean
    Not all the heat from the sun, from the sun
    Now, others have tried, I just...