August Burns Red - Too Late For Roses | Текст песни

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• August Burns Red
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Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created your new style.
My reasons to endure used to be based around who you were,
and your brilliant passion that could blaze right in front of a perfect stranger.

This is my downfall - my blemish.
This is my downfall - my blemish, I've been told...
This is my downfall - my blemish, I've been told before.

Quit holding on to what she was.
She doesn't recognize you or herself anymore.
She's stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
and when it happens... [x4] will be no apologies... will be no apologies.

She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds.
New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual, they're never tangible.
Never tangible. Never tangible...

It's so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
and having no power to stop them.

To stop them. [x4]
And having no power to stop them. [x3] to stop them.
For nothing. [x4]

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