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Da-daDa-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-daDa-daDa-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-daDa-da-da-da-daDa-daIt’s a complicated storyThat we never talk aboutBut I see it in the mirrorsIn the curtains of our houseI don’t want you to be worriedThat we’re running out of timeIt doesn’t matter where we’re goingWe ادامه مطلب

Fall into my armsLike you trust meI’ll keep my bloodstained handsOff your bodyInnocent like a childYet she sleeps with a knife right under her pillowAnd the gloves won’t be near anymoreParalyzed, in denial, ever-changingWill she ادامه مطلب

Who have I beenWho have I beenWho have I been fightingAll this time?All this timeMaybe I’ve spent too much time with myself‘Cause everything became enormous in my headMaybe there was never a demon, maybe it ادامه مطلب

In another lifeHome feels like homeI’ve mourned you nowLonger than I’ve known youAs the treesCry their leavesVulnerableJust like meMaybe, maybe it will be alrightWe all hurt sometimes, andMaybe, maybe it will be alrightWe are running ادامه مطلب

I miss the touch of human hands on my skinMiss the rush of beauty coming from withinDo I need to be torn just to see who will care?I sleep on the floor, dreaming my life ادامه مطلب

Never knew this curious head of mineNever knew what is love if kept insideNothing but an endless, empty heartLike laying a seed within the darkGive me a piece of your heart, of your heartGive me ادامه مطلب

… Hit me hard where I am softShould my heart reveal itself to beMore than a muscleOr a fist covered in bloodHowever much it feels to bleedIt’s only temporary… We’re good peopleAnd we both deserve ادامه مطلب

There’s ice in my waterAnd when I drink, it cuts my tongueThere’s glass on the playgroundIt cuts my skin when I runAnd from the dark, into the lightI saw a stone burst into lifeAnd in ادامه مطلب

I was listening to the oceanI saw a face in the sandBut when I picked it upThen it vanished away from my hands, downI had a dream I was sevenClimbing my way in a treeI ادامه مطلب

[Verse 1]The underdogs are my lionsThe silent ones are my choirThe women will be my soldiersWith the weight of life on their shoulders [Pre-Chorus]Drink until you’ve had enoughI’ll drink from your handsI will be your ادامه مطلب