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No one ever saw you moving through the dark
Leaving slips of paper somewhere in the park
Hidden from your friends, stealing all they knew
Love is thrown in airless rooms, then vile rewards for you
And I'm gonna tell, yes, I've gotta tell
Gotta tell the things you said
When you're talking in the dark
And I'm gonna tell the things you've done
When you're walking through the park
Some night on the thrillest street
Will come a silent gun
You've got a dangerous heart
You stole their trust, their moon, their sun
They'll come such assassin's needle on a crowded train
I bet you feel so lonely you could die
Buldings crammed with people, landscapes filled with wrath
Gray concrete city, rain has wet the street
I want to see you clearly before you close the door
A room of bloody history, you made sure of that
I can see you as a corpse hanging from a beam
I could read you like a book
I can feel you falling
I hear you moaning in your room
Oh, see if I care
Oh, please, please make it soon
Walls have got you cornered
You've got the blues, my friend
And people don't like you
But you will leave without a sound, without an end
Hopefully it'll shine on you
Oblivion shall own you
I hope you feel so lonely you could die
Feel so lonely you could die
You feel so lonely you could die
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2018 m. kovo 13 d. 21:53:27
Man labiau patinka kai ima už kitų vietų. Galėtų tikrai būti daugiau išspausta iš tokios dainos. Dabar tiesiog per daug lyriška man ir tiek.
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Gaila, kad Dievas mūsų nebepageidauja čia.
2013 m. kovo 8 d. 19:20:17
Jabai jausminga daina. Ima už širdies.
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Sielos polėkis, išmokantis skrist - Galimybės ribotos, bet pasiryžęs bandyt. Pink Floyd - Learning to Fly