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When there´s nothing left to say ,
when the silence play
the drums in your head.
When you´re insanely tired,
but refuses to go to bed.
When the heart´s numbed whit pain
When you listen to the rain
that dosen´t fall on your window
When you´re beaten, soared
and completely hollow,
When the love of your life diden´t stay
When she went 50 miles away
and you don´t know if you want to catch the train
or stand in front of it.
When you´re couting the days in scars
and evey night fall´s asleep whit a fear to wake up to the same shit.
"Make a wish, Make a wish"
I wish I was dead.
when the silence play
the drums in your head.
When you´re insanely tired,
but refuses to go to bed.
When the heart´s numbed whit pain
When you listen to the rain
that dosen´t fall on your window
When you´re beaten, soared
and completely hollow,
When the love of your life diden´t stay
When she went 50 miles away
and you don´t know if you want to catch the train
or stand in front of it.
When you´re couting the days in scars
and evey night fall´s asleep whit a fear to wake up to the same shit.
"Make a wish, Make a wish"
I wish I was dead.
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