No Comfort In The Waiting Room

So Who's Going To Watch You Die...

You're the Only Song I Want to Hear

E così sono emerso da una Vodka.
E tu sei apparsa.



I do believe it's true
That there are roads left in both of our shoes
But if the silence takes you
Then I hope it takes me too
So, brown eyes, I'll hold you near
Because you're the only song I want to hear
A melody softly soaring through my atmosphere

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