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Текст песни "Suicidal Stones" |
.:: Suicidal Stones ::.
Outside the city walls
Alone with what I've known
Like a criminal who sly-thieves joy
From his own home
Some just line says I should die by fire
So I'm cutting up the kindling
And the kerosene I cry
Take these suicidal stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand
Suicidal Stones from my hand
Caught in the
Actor on regret's stage
Soliloquy without sympathy
is my penance paid
Built on quicksand
Too low to see the ground
Sniveling in a Job-en cry while I look down
Comment scrawled in the dirt
For the pity-boy cowered in hurt
Of a bridge that instead is burning
And a new boy that instead is learning
That it's harder sometimes to be than not
And it's easier forgiven than forgot
He says it's by the tree that you have died
It's by the tree that you're alive
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