Tuesday 1 July 2008 photo 2/2
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IN FLAMES-ONLY FOR THE WEEK
I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you are drowning
I won't allow (allow) any happiness
Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so... guilty
I feel so guilty
Am I forced to have any regret
I've become the lie, beautiful and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining (you're draining me)
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale
Cause everytime you run, I fall.. behind(behind)
I fall behind
And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man there I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate
[instr. part]
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees...
I can't tolerate your sadness
Cause it's me you are drowning
I won't allow (allow) any happiness
Cause everytime you laugh, I feel so... guilty
I feel so guilty
Am I forced to have any regret
I've become the lie, beautiful and free
In my righteous own mind
I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
I've lost the ability to paint the clouds
Cause it's me you're draining (you're draining me)
I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark tale
Cause everytime you run, I fall.. behind(behind)
I fall behind
And so I hear my voice again
The tale of the bitter man there I am
Shake the silence and hear what it says
The tranquil pride that become the lie
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate
[instr. part]
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees, oh, I accept my fate
Sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
No need for a sympathy, the misery that is me
Oh, sell me the infection, it is only for the weak
On bleeding knees...