November
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In Flames den 18 November.
The pictures only fades,
Walls are closing in.
There I was,
Cursing the ground,
Unable to understand.
I won't let the world break me,
So I need to change direction.
Nothing special and far from perfect!
Light the way for me!
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
Walking "Where The Dead Ships Dwell", these are shores I left behind.
Streams are getting smaller, and I have to leave.
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
All I hear is noise.
Parts unfold so guess I took it for granted.
I know I went too far.
I will say I'm sorry.
I got what I deserve, I got what I deserve!
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
Walls are closing in.
There I was,
Cursing the ground,
Unable to understand.
I won't let the world break me,
So I need to change direction.
Nothing special and far from perfect!
Light the way for me!
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
Walking "Where The Dead Ships Dwell", these are shores I left behind.
Streams are getting smaller, and I have to leave.
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
All I hear is noise.
Parts unfold so guess I took it for granted.
I know I went too far.
I will say I'm sorry.
I got what I deserve, I got what I deserve!
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
Feel I was running, an endless mile!
Last yellows burns and I'm dying inside!
All of this will turn to ash, and change for a peace of mind.
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