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House Of Broken Dreams
04:22
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Bread is gone from the morning table
Crumbs are left nothing else remains
Silence falls in the house of broken dreams
Nothing else is sacred
Pieces fall they fall from me
When people let me see
Death and destruction
And a thousand soldiers I'm sure will fall
What's the point in being here
When all I see is pain
What's the point in being here
When limbs just can't remain
Sargeant major calls he gives us all the news
Its not the easiest thing to hear
We always feel like we lose
What's the point in being here
When all I see is pain
What's the point in being here
When limbs just can't remain
Have you ever seen a soldier cry
Have you ever watched your best friend die
have you ever walked through a desert
Broken and alone
What's the point in being here
When all I see is pain
What's the point in being here
When limbs just cant remain
What's the point in being here
When all I see is pain
What's the point in being here
When limbs just cant remain
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2. |
End Game
03:59
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Tell me what's your story
And I'll show you my glory
For the last time, tonight
We both meant forever
And lived through all the weathers
It was right
Oh so right
Don't tell me somethings wrong
When I know that it's right
To fall asleep here
Next to your breath
With your head
Upon my chest
Time and time over
The last play of our game
And tonight is our night
The stars were shooting past
And the moment wouldn't last
It was right oh so right
Don't tell me something wrong
When I know that it's right
To fall asleep here
Next to your breath
With your head
Upon my chest
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Reflections
03:31
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White drops in the background
Pieces they fall from the trees
I've been seeing double for seconds
The whole place falls to its knees
Reflections in the mirror
Reflections in my head
Reflections in the mirror
Better left unsaid
Too many thoughts in my senses
Too many thoughts unknown
Am I making progress
Or is my mind too far gone
Reflections in the mirror
Reflections in my head
Reflections in the mirror
Better left unsaid
Reflections in the mirror
Reflections in my head
Reflections in the mirror
Better left unsaid
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