Morda - Eleven | Текст песни

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IF I WAS BEAUTIFUL
As a divine surrounded by roses
There I see you shine

Waiting and waiting
MISANTHROPE, how long can I hold your hand
Waiting and waiting
Precious at least I don t need YOUR HOPE

A slave is a master in disguise
HOW HARD WE TRY inside I just hear cries
IGNORANCE IS -- MY CHERISHED MEMORY
All our slip slop bullshit misanthrope just bury me

Every dream breaking up the wall
Are so many tears more for me to fall
Surviving through the void
A drop, a life, it's not worth while
Waiting and waiting

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