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Chris Cornell - You Know My Name _EMAILFRIEND
Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you..
Odds are, you won't like what it is When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me By the merciless eyes I've deceived I've seen angels fall from blinding heights But you yourself are nothing so divine Just next in line Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name If you come inside, things will not be the same When you return to my night If you think you've won You never saw me change The game that we have been playing I've seen diamonds cut through harder men Than you yourself but if you must pretend You may meet your end Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die The coldest blood runs through my veins Try to hide your hand Forget how to feel (Forget how to feel) Life is gone with just a spin of the wheel (A spin of the wheel) Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you The odds will betray you And I will replace you You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you It longs to kill you Are you willing to die The coldest blood runs through my veins You know my name.. Nota: Adieu Hanuna :( |
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You can syndicate these news using the backend, but remember that my articles actually suck! ::::::::::: Presi la bottiglia ed andai in camera mia. Mi spogliai tenni le mutande ed andai a letto: era un gran casino. La gente si aggrappava ciecamente a tutto quello che trovava: comunismo, macrobiotica, zen, surf, ballo, ipnotismo, terapie di gruppo, orge, ciclismo, erbe aromatiche, cattolicesimo, sollevamento pesi, viaggi, solitudine, dieta vegetariana, India, pittura, scultura, composizione, direzione d'orchestra, campeggio, yoga, copula, gioco d'azzardo, alcool, ozio, gelato allo yoghurt, Beethoven, Bach, Budda, Cristo, meditazione trascendentale, succo di carota, suicidio, vestiti fatti a mano, viaggi aerei, New York City, e poi tutte queste cose sfumavano e non restava niente. La gente doveva trovare qualcosa da fare mentre aspettava di morire. Era bello avere una scelta: Io l'avevo fatta da un pezzo la mia scelta. Alzai la bottiglia di vodka e la bevvi liscia. I russi sapevano il fatto loro. |
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