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Solo ante el espejo no se lo que veo Altos edificios sin luz Sombras de gigantes en bosques perdidos Fotos que guarde en mi baul La imagen es borrosa
(long instrumental) Mad Child: Yo, you ready to do your verse Prevail: Nah, I gotta write it still Mad Child: Fucking me man, *psh* you just got here
I spent my time trying to find A way to lose Your shadow I shut You out, I let You down How could I be so shallow? I never thought of the consequences
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry I've never seen a night so long
I'll be home, I'll be home When your nights are troubled And you're all alone When you're feeling down And need some sympathy Nobody's around To keep
[Instrumental]
Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum You came along And everything's starting to hum Still it's a real good bet The best is yet to come Yes
I've grown accustomed to his face He almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune He whistles night and noon His smiles, his frowns,
Time after time I tell myself that I'm So lucky to be loving you So lucky to be The one you run to see In the evening When the day is through I only
In the evening when the cattle's [Incomprehensible] An old familiar feeling settles over me And it's your face I see and I believe that you are there
I know he's around When the sky and the ground started ringing I know that he's near By the thunder I hear in advance His words, his words alone are
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring I am starry
Blue skies, smilin' at me Nothin' but blues skies do I see Bluebirds singing a song Nothin' but bluebirds all day long Never saw the sun shinin' so bright
Cat's a-sleeping in the sun Eyes take heed, the colors call Sunlight patterns touch the wall Red kerchiefs sail and fall Cat's a-sleeping in the sun
Dead air and red lips control my staggered speech. Another breath and my eyes no longer reach. Choking on the glass that you once saw me through. Shattered
[Wagner, Schmidt/Wagner] In search for personality We people always think the clothing makes a man In fact there's such ha difference in all What we
I feel it Suffocating from the last time before But I can't see his face Reaching forward as I rise off the floor 'Cause I'm lost in this place I can