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from Life Of Agony - Soul Searching Sun (1997)
My eyes are closed
My mouth is wide I could see her face Her beautiful hair I could recognize She looks at me cold She probably don't know who I am Mommy it's me It's Keith You had me back when But sometimes I like to pretend That she But sometimes I like to pretend That she But sometimes I like to pretend That she But sometimes I like to pretend That she holds me I quess I can't Because show doesn't know who I am My mind it's dreaming God it's so misleading Do you think it's 'cause I've grown old Is it true what I was told You cried to leave me You know I know it's not your fault You had a husband who was selfish and cold Believe me I know Believe me I know Now I hear you used to treat me cold You dissappeared and left me all alone I'm sure you didn't know right from wrong 'cause both of you were always getting Were always getting Were always getting stoned Were always getting stoned... |
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from Life Of Agony - Soul Searching Sun (1997)
I got the razor at my wrist
'cause I can't resist I've got this fever burnin' fist That does as I wish But when I get downtown And see what's around I just know there's got to be A better place to be found Oh, God help me The river runs red and I think I'm dyin' Well I know there'd come a day When my mind would say "Hey are you afraid" Well all I know is that I been down here tryin' Well, I'll bleed on through the night I suppose I'll be dead by the morning light So don't be suprised if you mind when you find me The river runs red and I think I'm dyin' The river runs red and I think I'm dyin' Oh, God help me |
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from Life Of Agony - Soul Searching Sun (1997)
Like an ever flowing stream
Like an ever flowing steam Take a bite of the fruit of life Cause the fruit of life is sweet Cause the fruit of life is sweet You're my tangerine Let the spirits speak through me Ecstasy and energy Let it come your wildest dreams A full bloom's glow melts the winter's freeze New day, stressless without disease Would you be my tangerine ? You're my tangerine I can't stop searching for more and more... Still hung over from the night before Cosmic hunger, I'm your fruitful whore Soul sun searching, let your spirit soar Still hung over from the night before You're my tangerine... |
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