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Children 18:3 - Even Sleeping | Текст Иностранной Песни
I want to cry but the tears won't come There's blood on the ground I think I know where it's from But my hands are tied as I watch you die Step away son,
Children 18:3 - You Know We're All So Fond Of Dying | Текст Иностранной Песни
It's a lesson in progress How far away can we go? Everything is progress As far away as I know Take a life and make it something less Please, anything more
Children 18:3 - Ditches | Текст Иностранной Песни
Come back to anywhere Neither here or there When I thought I'd never find you There's an awful strain But I don't want to complain It's really not that
Children 18:3 - Search Warrant | Текст Иностранной Песни
I thought, I told you not to run down on the one way track There's a man with a train and he's coming fast We could ask him how to turn it around He'll decipher your
Children 18:3 - LCM | Текст Иностранной Песни
You've got to run You've got to go to the police It's okay, you'll be fine I think this is what's best for you It's gonna turn out right
Children 18:3 - Homemade Valentine | Текст Иностранной Песни
Wasted all our hopes on a whim And they let us down It's all coming down again In the end there was nothing left but questions What started as a revolution petered
Children 18:3 - Mock The Music | Текст Иностранной Песни
Play me the empty space behind my eyes They're yelling and screaming But all I keep hearing is blah, blah, blah, blah They're talking about the girls and boys,
Children 18:3 - The City | Текст Иностранной Песни
We are the city Where the lights come on and they never go out And the streets are filled with the children's shouts I want to hear you sing that song for me I
Children 18:3 - A Chance To Say Goodbye | Текст Иностранной Песни
Will this be the last plane ride in your swing? The harvest moon has come and with her sadness brings My mom says, "It's too cold to play", so I'm just waiting here
Children 18:3 - Final | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh, hide me, would you love Until all have gone? Horsemen riding, shouting, laughing To their hunting song Somber words would feign contentment With eyes half
