| Manic Street Preachers – Too Cold Here Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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Interesting version of the lyrics, I rather like them. Here are the real ones though: Born in burial gowns, recessing slowly You soon wish you couldn't see at all Tortured in the mind, six voices alone Futile gestures, emotionless groans Everyone asks what's wrong but what's right And a cute lie makes everything uptight To kill your dream before it's considered To live in silence, airless closet, no vision It's easier to make love to a stranger Than to ask a friend to call Suspicion knows nothing And is known for not much at all Much at all Too cold here Ten years of bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside Too cold here Ten years of bleeding its eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes Self-pity yourself is so shallow I'm so sick in mind and body, heart cold as stone Whiskey Mac aroma, peace of mind Hello Mr Samsa, you can clean my soul Wake up sighing mass for the bleeding Never share sadness, mine, no man prays painless Coalescing, mine are hidden rooms Cannot give anything, I never could Prison, it's only four walls but sometimes The mind is the smallest prison of all Offering there upon offering As a ball with a touch feels through its fall Through its fall Too cold here Ten years of bleeding inside Always look for walls To lean beside Too cold here Ten years of bleeding its eyes Always look for shade To cover your eyes |
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| Matthew Good Band – Flashdance II Lyrics | 19 years ago |
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I performed this song during acting class airband in Grade 11. My friend who was supposed to bring proper instruments didn't show up, so it didn't go as well as it could've. By the way, the above lyrics actually are: "You could sell the sad the world tonight And they would take it And they would ruin you" |
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