Invention - Painter (2006) | Текст песни

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• Painter (2006)

Your pictures,your red flowers
in your house under bed
There you hide from your madness

You think that you're mad(mad)
You think that you're bad(bad)
You think that you're mad
You can understand me

you talk with me,with my soul
when i fall you help me
Help yourself,you're alone
But you can be free

You think that you're mad(mad)
You think that you're bad(bad)
You think that you're mad
You can understand me

You can be my friend,But I can't
Because you're Painter,
You draw my life,my lips,my eyes
That's why I hate you.

I won't cry/when you die
Because i won't have tears
I've lost them now/take back your dumb love
Today i'm gonna kill your pictures.
Maybe then i'll feel this pain
Which you gave me.
there won't be my songs,my soul,and my life without it
(And thank you)
Give me a peace of this pain

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