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Аудио-запись: Ryan Cabrera - On the way down |
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Sick and Tired of this world There's no more air Trippin' over myself Goin' nowhere Waiting Suffocating No direction And I took a dive And on the way down I saw you And you saved me From myself And I won't forget The way you loved me On the way down Almost fell right through But I held onto you I've been wondering why It's only me Have you always been inside Waiting to breathe It's alright Sunlight On my face I wake up and yeah, I'm alive 'cause on the way down I saw you And you saved me From myself And I won't forget The way you loved me On the way down Almost fell right through But I held onto you I was so afraid Of going under But now The weight of the world Feels like nothing, no, nothing Down, down, down You're all I wanted Down, down, down You're all I needed Down, down, down You're all I wanted You're all I needed And I won't forget the way you loved me All that I wanted All that I needed On the way down I saw you And you saved me From myself And I won't forget The way you loved me On the way down I almost fell right through But I held onto you Down, down, down But I held onto you Down, down, down But I held onto you |
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Аудио-запись: AFI - Love like winter |
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Warn your warmth to turn away, Here it's december, Everyday. [small girlish echo:] i'm with you, or i love you Press your lips to the sculptures, And surely you'll stay. [distant:] love like winter For of sugar and ice, I am made. I am made It's in the blood, It's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. He wanted love, I taste of blood. He bit my lip, and drank my war, From years before, from years before. She exhales vanilla lace, I barely dreamt her, yesterday. [echo:] yesterday Read the lines in the mirror through, The lipstick trace. Por siempre She said "It seems you're somewhere, far away" to his face. It's in the blood, It's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. She wanted love, I taste of blood. She bit my lip, and drank my war, From years before, from years before. Love Like Winter. Love Like Winter. Winter. Three, four It's in the blood, It's in the blood. I met my love before I was born. He wanted love, I taste of blood. He bit my lip, and drank my war, From years before, from years before. From years before. |
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Загадки, которые были опубликованы в Мурзилке 20 лет назад! |
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А вот и я.... |
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Обо мне по чуток |
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Дневник Shady_Medusa |
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