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Lyrics to DEAD STARS

(girl) Listen to me, Stop, before It's too Late, I'm Tripping after you.
There, where your dead stars burn, Resides a blinding sun.
(Guy) I chose my own path, left my lighthouse behind.
I got on a road to the desert, away from the human crowds.
And everybody tries to deceive the flow of the river.
Until my track are erased, don't chase after me.
(Girl) After You, After you, after you, after you, after you, after you, after you, after you
as guy says: After me...
(Girl) Stop, before it's too late.
I'm tripping after you.
There, where your dead stars burn, Resides a blinding sun void of Everything!
(guy) I lost my friends long ago, but my outlook is calm.
I'm a free lone wolf, pushing all the laws to the back.
I must turn myself towards a museum and live there as an exhibit.
I told you everything it's over, don't chase after me.
(Girl)After You, After you, after you, after you, after you, after you, after you, after you
as guy says: After me...
(Girl) Stop before it's too late.
I'm tripping after you.
There, where your dead stars burn, Resides a blinding sun void of everything!
Listen to me!
Stop, before it's too late.
I'm tripping after you.
There, where your dead stars burn, Resides a blinding sun (void of everything! (X4))

 

Lyrics to Slot - 2 Warz
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These elevating blinks
Down stairs Up sinking
You might survive with me
But I don't think you're there

There's no room for our bodies
We're nobodies doing self studies
For the two some pain whatsoever
Caused so clever failed endeavor
To speak to you

Chorus
Two battles to win in my head
Two different fights within one vein
Two delicate springs, winter dead
We're making it till we go insane

Cold fading day by day
But do we feel this?
Apparent MIAs
It's done no more events

Violence rotten downhearted
Once it started
Now we have parted
One in two
More seconds this halo
Had this fella
merely unable to get to you

Chorus
Two battles to win in my head
Two different fights within one vein
Two delicate springs, winter dead
We're making it till we go insane


 





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