Thousand Foot Krutch - Untraveled road [Trager edition] | Текст песни

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• Thousand Foot Krutch
• Untraveled road [Trager edition]

When we scream,
Our lips don't make a sound.
We march with feet on solid ground.
We walk, where no one wants to go,
On this untraveled road.
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When we scream,
Our lips don't make a sound.
We march with feet on solid ground.
We walk, where no one wants to go,
On this untraveled road.

When we scream,
Our lips don't make a sound.
We march with feet on solid ground.
We walk, where no one wants to go,
On this untraveled road.
.
.
.
.
When we scream,
Our lips don't make a sound.
We march with feet on solid ground.
We walk, where no one wants to go,
On this untraveled road.

When we scream,
Our lips don't make a sound.
We march with feet on solid ground.
We walk, where no one wants to go,
On this untraveled road.
On this untraveled road.
On this untraveled road.