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Текст песни "That's The Way You Debate" |
 The stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion
I'm counting grass blades to pass the time
Queen-sized comfort awaits my tired eyes
Remember me?
I'm your satire's locksmith
You referred to the way of the sword as hope
Despite the blade in your back
Two days pass and there is still no sign of the sun
But you wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct
On the contrary to the heart's self-imprisonment
Your horseshoes fall like hail
Remember me?
I'm your satire's locksmith
You referred to the way of the sword as hope
Despite the blade in your back
Two days pass and there is still no sign of the sun
But you wait calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct
I hear your name in the wind
My collapsible heart skips a beat
You remain in my head only as a bittersweet memory
I've given up sleep
So I can pray for you
Day by day, I bite my tongue
I hear your name in the wind
My collapsible heart skips a beat
You remain in my head only as a bittersweet memory
The mental song is sung
It shakes the ground beneath you
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