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+ Senses Fail - Wolves At The Door ☆ 👁️ 1 552 🏆 #131849 ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ Ohodnoť ako prvý → 📅 2008 📝 Life Is Not A Waiting Room

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Looks like I found heaven It's on the tip of my tongue And it reminded me of All the times I was young I'm catching rain in my open mouth I used to smile till the day I found out I have no idea who the hell I've become It's not who I was, it's not who I love I want to drown, in a sea filled with Novocaine I want to burn, on a beach where the sand Has thousands of needles poking at my skin I lie in bed to the sound, of the wolves at my door They are speaking in tongues While they claw at my floor I never thought it would come to this I'm more yellow than my own piss They're making rounds just to even the score Just open the door, just open the door I want to drown, in a sea filled with Novocaine I want to burn, on a beach where the sand Is littered with razor blades Littered with razor blades Blades Littered with razor blades I can't hold on, the path is clear I can't ignore, what's been building for years There's wolves at the door, I won't hide here in fear Wolves at the door, wah! I look at myself and the things that I've done Stare away from the mirror and right into the sun I forgive myself for all of my mistakes When will I learn, when will I, when will I burn I want to drown, in a sea filled with Novocaine I want to burn, on a beach where the sand Is littered with razor blades I gave up on myself a long time ago To the black clouds who swallowed And spit me out whole Some times it feels like I'm losing my soul At least that means I still have a soul after all

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