1. Manuel - Voodoo Baba (ft. Moriones) 
2. Ákos - Ilyenek voltunk 0:00 [2003]
3. A Pál utcai fiúk (musical) - Mi vagyunk a Grund
Keep It Dark - Every Time I Die
| Előadó: | Keep It Dark |
|---|---|
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Szalai Gábor László |
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Megtekintve: Ma 1, összesen 3723 alkalommal
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Dalszöveg
Faceless figures are mocking me
I can’t stand this hostility
I am lost without your love
Your flowers are fading on my grave
As I breathed out your name
I am just about to give up
[Pre-Chorus:]
Maybe this is the best thing to do
Or maybe we are just acting the fool
Your tears are refreshing my bad seed
As it soaks my dream
[Chorus:]
For you Beth
I hold my breath
I play dead in the spider’s web
Deep inside
Your cyanide
Is killing me every lonely night
I see your smile
I hear you cry
You are with me every time I die
You gave me strength to carry on
In this dark moor you are the swan
I’ve seen reflections of your face
Once your feather was white as snow
Now it’s blackened by the flow
Yet you can’t be deprived of your grace
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
You are with me every time I die [x6]
[copyrighted]
I can’t stand this hostility
I am lost without your love
Your flowers are fading on my grave
As I breathed out your name
I am just about to give up
[Pre-Chorus:]
Maybe this is the best thing to do
Or maybe we are just acting the fool
Your tears are refreshing my bad seed
As it soaks my dream
[Chorus:]
For you Beth
I hold my breath
I play dead in the spider’s web
Deep inside
Your cyanide
Is killing me every lonely night
I see your smile
I hear you cry
You are with me every time I die
You gave me strength to carry on
In this dark moor you are the swan
I’ve seen reflections of your face
Once your feather was white as snow
Now it’s blackened by the flow
Yet you can’t be deprived of your grace
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
You are with me every time I die [x6]
[copyrighted]
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