Кинь на меня холодильник - Сезон картошки | Текст песни

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We stare at broken clocks,
The hands dont turn anymore.
The days turn into nights,
Empty hearts and empty places.
The day you lost him,
I slowly lost you too.
For when he died, he took a part of you.

No time for farewells,
No chances for goodbyes.
No explanations, no fucking reasons why.
I watched it eat you up,
Pieces fallen on the floor.
We stare at broken clocks,
The hands dont turn anymore.
If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way.
I would climb my way to heaven,
And bring him back home again.
Dont give up hope my friend,
This is not the end.

We stare at broken clocks,
The hands dont turn anymore.
The days turn into nights,
Empty hearts and empty places.
The day you lost him,
I slowly lost you too.
For when he died, he took a part of you.
This is not the end.
LyricsDeath is only a chapter,
So lets rip out the pages of yesterday.
Death is only a horizon.
And Im ready for my sun to set.
This is Suicide Season.

If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way,
We would climb our way to heaven,
And bring him back home.
If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way,
We would climb our way to heaven,
And bring him back home.
This is Suicide Season.
This is Suicide Season.
If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way,
We would climb our way to heaven,
And bring him back home.

We would do anything to bring him back to you.
We would do anything to end what your going through.
If only sorrow could build a staircase,
Or tears could show the way
We would climb my way to heaven,
And bring him back home again.
I would do anything to bring him back to you.
Because if you got him back,
I would get back the friend that i once knew.

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