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Bài hát Mark The Graves - Linkin Park. There's a fragile game we play. With the ghosts of yesterday. If we can't let go, we'll never say goodbye. No trace of what remains. No stones to mark the
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, before. . When we can see the light when we're going home,. We'll dance on our graves with our bodies below. We'll sing "Glory!" and "Hallelujah".
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underneath bay strident wails. Upon coiling spine. She'd ice-white blades of serpent scales. . Frost upon their graves. Furrows fraught with dead. Thill waters to deprave. And slower runs the river red
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I'm blown away. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Wondering if we had. spent our living days well. I can't believe that we would. lie in our graves. Dreaming of things that we
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. Subverted lies show the decay of sense and reason. A facade prepared to hide the truth. . Behold a graveyard filled with unmarked graves. Dead victims without names. . The water we drink is contaminated
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Verse 1. Forgive me, Peter. My lost fearless leader. In closets like cedar. Preserved from when we were just kids. Is it something I did?. The goddess of timing. Once found us beguiling. She said she
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all the questions we call home, passing the graves of the unknown. As reason clouds my eyes, the splendor fading; Illusions of the sunlight. The reflection of a lie will keep me waiting, love gone for
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Hey, Frau Petermann,. was treibt denn nur dein Peter?. Jeden Abend, wenn es dunkel wird,. dann geht er. frisch rasiert und gut gekmmt,. schicker Anzug, weies Hemd,. rote Nelke am Jackett
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Bài hát St. Peter - Lost Frequencies. Verse 1. I'm riding far away. For nights and days. Going silent they say. I'm running. It's like your voice I hear. Wind in my face. Keeps drying my tears. I am
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bên dưới. Cho tôi không gian thời gian đứng yên. Hồn nhiên niềm vui rất hiền. Cho tôi tự do. Bay bay bay bay Peter Pan. Không lo ngày mai lớn lên. Cứ mãi như cậu bé tối ngày. Rong chơi mặc ai cười chê
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Song Home Sweet Home - Peter Baumann. I –- I want to be. I –- I want to be. A stereotype and a modern man. No desire and no demand. No decision and no command. No intentions just keep off my
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Bài hát Peter Pan (English Version) - Silv3rT3ar. Ver 1 The old diary that's been long forgotten. I brush off the dust and remember your grin. Just like before, your picture remains here. The
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