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Anything Box - Beat Of Life | Текст Иностранной Песни
My affection is the focus of it all Beat of life Beat of life Beat of life Did you know that I felt you move apart? She says to me "Do
Anything Box - Degenerate | Текст Иностранной Песни
(claude s.) All this time I wondered why And when did it go away. Everything I told you then Turned out into an empty space... All my dreams, I watched them
Anything Box - Just One Day | Текст Иностранной Песни
Walking in the morning winds, I stare up at the clouds Slowly bring myself to rest near a peaceful plain Hoping and waiting for some sign, anything will do I just wander in my
Anything Box - Senses 5. 5 | Текст Иностранной Песни
(claude s.) My senese have awakened once Again. collectively they seek out to Defend all the things that I have Been before, to filter all the past Wounds through
Anything Box - Stillness | Текст Иностранной Песни
(claude s.) I watched the world sedate itself, And as I prayed I found myself, Opened to the moon kissed sky... In the dark I wondered why, everything must be so
Anything Box - The Ravine | Текст Иностранной Песни
In the ravine I found the answer to everything In your words In your eyes, in your sigh If we could wish ourselves away Would you love me? If we could kiss
Anything Box - Isolation 99 | Текст Иностранной Песни
Every time I close my eyes I hide behind the blackened lies That follow me Throughout my history The lives I've touched, the things I've done The things I
Anything Box - Soul On Fire | Текст Иностранной Песни
Here I am, all alone All alone with empty hopes Here I ran, all alone All alone within myself My heart is on fire My soul will burn My heart is on fire
Anything Box - Small | Текст Иностранной Песни
(claude s.) There's a sound I recall as I watched the trains I remember how I felt so small standing next to you As I walked in the land where I couldn't speak
Anything Box - All These Days Undone | Текст Иностранной Песни
Blackbirds dance among the roses On the garden walls. They are like the passers-by On the nameless street. All these hours undone. Sounds of sandals on the
