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Paint It Red

 

Paint It Red

(альбом: There Must Be Some Way To Stop Them - 2003)


Cause there I a house made of black stone,
And it sits at the end of the road.
I'd paint it red and it's forgotten.

Some say. That I'd disappear
That I'd disappear.
That I'd disappear.

This isn't automatic.
This is impossible.
We all are far from tragic.
We are like statues of.

This isn't automatic.
This is impossible.
We all are far from tragic.
We are like statues of.

It's hard t ostand when it's all in your head.
Find that black house paint it red.
It's hard to feel when you've been through this much.
Wanna talk, wanna touch.
It's hard to run when you can't find your feet.
And I don't want your world on me.

Cause on the inside. Everything's white,
And I'd loose myself in it's light.
I'd close the door and get forgotten. Some say.
We are like statues of stone.

This isn't automatic.
This is impossible.
We all are far from tragic.
We are like statues of.

This isn't automatic.
This is impossible.
We all are far from tragic.
We are like statues of.

This isn't automatic.
This is impossible.
We all are far from tragic.
We are like statues of.

Statues of stone.
Statues of stone.

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