I had a dream that we were dead
But we pretended we still lived
With no regrets, we never bled
And we took everything life could give
And came up broken, empty handed in the end
In the hearts of the blind
Something you'll never find
Is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming
I dont know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real
But I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window
I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead
Watching you
Long enough to know I can't go on
Had a dream that fire fell
From an opening in the sky
And someone warned me of this hell
And I spit in his naive eye
And left him crying for my soul
He said would die
In the hearts of the blind
Something you'll never find
Is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming
I dont know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real
But I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window
I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead
Watching you
Long enough to know I can't go on
In the hearts of the blind
Something you'll never find
Is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming
I dont know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real
But I've never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window
I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead
Watching you
Long enough to know I can't go on
I've been looking in your window
I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead
Watching you
Long enough to know I can't go on
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O viešpatie, kokia tragedija, žmogus 9 kartą per TRYLIKĄ METŲ pasiūlė tą pačią dainą. Aš suprantu, kai per trumpą laiką ten tą pačią dainą kiša ir kiša, nervuot gali pradėt, bet čia tai labai normalu. Aš pats greičiausiai taip elgiuos.
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