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I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you.
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a taste.
Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)

But I won’t fall on the knife that killed the American dream.

So let us grieve at the fall of Suburbia.
The dreams we’ve made are shoved in the face
Of you.
So get a taste of what was meant to be.
Fall in the waste of what was meant to be
For you. (Watching the walls fall down)

But I won’t fall on the knife that killed the American dream.

Watching the walls fall down.

I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.
Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.
On you.
I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face.
I watched them scream as they pray for a taste.
Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)

Watching the walls fall down.

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Turn Around
Turn Around and fix your eye in my direction
So there is a connection
I can t speak
I can t make a sound to somehow capture your attention
I m staring at perfection
Take a look at me so you can see
How beautiful you are

You call me a stranger
You say I m a...

Since you went away.
I m like someone who s left in the rain.
Girl, it s true and then when the weekend comes round I start going insane.
Without you lost in memories burning deep inside.
Friday s hard to take cause you re always on my mind.

Rainy day - rainy Friday. Rainy...

Qui, beaucoup d paris
qui, tant de paris
tant de paris dans la tête d quelqu un
tant de paris dans la main d quelqu un
tant de paris dans le charme d quelqu un
qui, beaucoup de paris...
Paris,
une journée pleine de vagues
qui rient comme des blagues, Paris
Paris, paris de courage
couleur de l orage
orage plein...

The time on the clock reads half past four
I m wide awake and thinking
With my pillow on the floor
But maybe I m just wasting my time dreaming
In a harsh reality
I don t wanna wake up
Just to find out your mistake

Let it roll
Our time is fleeting so we take control
From California...