Think, think, thinking my life away This glitching, daisy chain state of mind Cloud never bind or mend these severed lines That barely hold these wretched stitches together Oh, my soul begins to tire
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Take, take, take, I've got it all to give Chip, chip away at my walls until they cave in Then dig a little deeper And take what you came here for
Dream, dream, dreaming my days away Pails of pastеl blue engulf my days Splashing mundane shadеs and taunt the loose frays Tirelessly tainting these heavy veils of grey with rigor Oh, my soul begin to tire
From finding flaws in our design Finding flaws in our design From finding flaws in our design Finding flaws in our designTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
