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Hell Above

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 18.10.2012

I cannot spend another night in this home
I close my eyes and take a breath real slow
The consequence is if I leave I'm alone
But what’s the difference when you beg for love?

I learned the blood’s in the stream
Cannot see, oh
With the name that my father gave me
And take the face of the one

'Cause this is a wasteland, my only retreat
With heaven above you, there's hell over me

I met a girl who never looked so alone
Like sugar water in your mouth luke warm
She tied a cherry stem for me with her tongue
We fell in love and now we’re both alone

Cause I don’t need any more friends
And another kiss like the fire on pavement
We’ll burn it down to the end

Oh, oh
This is a wasteland, my only retreat
With heaven above you there's hell over me

The water is rusted, the air is unclean.
And then for a second I feel fine
This is a wasteland, my only retreat

I've waited all this night to honor you and say,
"I know it’s hard, but who are you to fall apart on me, on me?"

This is a waste land, my only retreat
With heaven above you there's hell over me

Cause this is a waste land my only retreat
With heaven above you there's hell over me

(Said) What about us well, what about me?
Hang from the gallows, asleep in the rain
This is a waste land, my only retreat


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