Her voice cuts through the walls
Rings through everything that's hollow
These bitter words recall
All that's left and hard to swallow
She was always good for nothing when the good broke bad
All she's got to lose is everything she never has
(Every back turned to her)
We put her down in a shallow grave
She wears a dress like a body bag, everyday
And this way she won't have to run away
And she can keep her regrets at bay, everyday
Her blood runs hot to cold
Always breaking all she borrows
Her favours bought and sold
She lives like she's dead tomorrow
Just another reason looking for the next "because"
Just another has been wishing that she never was
(Every back turned to her)
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We put her down in a shallow grave
She wears a dress like a body bag, everyday
And this way she won't have to run away
And she can keep her regrets at bay, everyday
Tomorrow's not a new day, more time to think things through
As patience starts to fall away, a day can feel like two
When we gave her a new face, the past was out of view
She never fooled us because she could never fool herself
We put her down in a shallow grave
She wears a dress like a body bag, everyday
And this way she won't have to run away
And she can keep her regrets at bay, everyday
Last plane missed the goal
Seven escaped without it all.
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Grey smoke hit the ground
Seven came down without a sound
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Black hands, happy crowd
Seven years white without a doubt
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I know you see
The stars are shining just for money
When people reach their hands for you
And now your TV tells a story
It feels like dead men hate you too
Another seven rising too
Last plane missed the goal
Seven escaped without it all
Sad man company
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Grey smoke hit the ground
Seven came down without a sound
Rich man company
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I know you see
The stars are shining just for money
When people reach their hands for you
And now your TV tells a story
It feels like dead men hate you too
The stars are shining just for money
When people reach their hands for you
And now your TV tells a story
It feels like dead men hate you too
We are the next seven
We are the next seven
We are the next seven
[Verse 1]
Do not forget the dreams
Do not forget walk on the rain
You´re anymore the child
But you still wish to be wild
Do not forget desire
Aspire to carry out them
Again threat on decline
And you go the kind line
[Pre-Chorus]
Do not forget the feeling
Which gave you force and realize
How to distinguish
The truth, lie, meanness, treachery
[Chorus]
Forgotten dreams
And there is no day, not a night
Forgotten dreams
You should remember them
Forgotten drеams
And a fairytale for you and me
Forgotten drеams
You should remember them
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[Verse 2]
To be naive not defect
You have told that thought
Sometimes it is a unique output
From a terrible empire
To remain the child always
You cannot so all the time
Difficulties of laws
Of the world and the universe
[Pre-Chorus]
Your dreams today here
Though you are not so young
But there is a desire
To change now and forever
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