13:21

There are few things more transparently undignified in this world than a drinker making an effort to appear sunny and energetic in order to prove to the world that he is innocent of a hangover. (c) Stephen Fry, "The Hippopotamus"
мну прет эта песня...





She sits in her corner

Singing herself to sleep

Wrapped in all of the promises

That no one seems to keep

She no longer cries to herself

No tears left to wash away

Just diaries of empty pages

Feelings gone astray

But she will sing...



(Chorus: Ben & Anastacia)



Til everything burns

While everyone screams

Burning their lies

Burning my dreams

All of this hate

And all of this pain

I'll burn it all down

As my anger reigns

Til everything burns

Ooh, oh



(Verse 2: Ben Moody)



Walking through life unnoticed

Knowing that no one cares

Too consumed in their masquerade

No one sees her there

And still she sings...



(Chorus: Ben & Anastacia)



Til everything burns

While everyone screams

Burning their lies

Burning my dreams

All of this hate

And all of this pain

I'll burn it all down

As my anger reigns



Til everything burns

Everything burns

(Everything burns)

Everything burns

Watching it all fade away

(All fade away)

Everyone screams

Everyone screams

(Watching it all fade away)

Oooh, ooh

(While everyone screams)

Burning down lies

Burning my dreams

(All of this hate)

And all of this pain

I'll burn it all down

As my anger reigns

Til everything burns

(Everything burns)

Watching it all fade away

(Oooh, ooh)

(Everything burns)

Watching it all fade away




Комментарии
20.09.2005 в 14:35

Коронована луной.... (с)
О, какая картинка!!!! :) Немедленно пру её у тебя, ты не против? :shuffle: :shy:
20.09.2005 в 19:08

There are few things more transparently undignified in this world than a drinker making an effort to appear sunny and energetic in order to prove to the world that he is innocent of a hangover. (c) Stephen Fry, "The Hippopotamus"
Нежная Волчица угу))) это пейзаж на луне, у меня много таких))
23.09.2005 в 19:29

как звук по тонкой струне, любовь проходит по мне...не успевая согреть... я так устала... звенеть.
раньше я всё время бесилась когда кто-то из френдленты выкладывал тексты песен...

но текст этой песни я ищу уже давно!Спасибо огромное=))
23.09.2005 в 19:32

There are few things more transparently undignified in this world than a drinker making an effort to appear sunny and energetic in order to prove to the world that he is innocent of a hangover. (c) Stephen Fry, "The Hippopotamus"
Ksiron пжалста)))

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