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Painter
4:10 13 0 9 лет
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Invention
История создания
песня про несчастного маляра...
Альбом
6 feet nowhere
Студия
home
Текст
Your pictures,your red flowers (in your house under bed). There you hide from your madness. You think that you're mad(mad) You think that you're bad(bad) You think that you're mad You can understand me. you talk with me,with my soul (when i fall you help me) Help yourself,you're alone But you can be free. You can be my friend,But I can't Because you're Painter, You draw my life,my lips,my eyes That's why I hate you. I won't cry/when you die Because i won't have tears I've lost them now/take back your dumb love Today i'm gonna kill your pictures. Maybe then i'll feel this pain(THIS PAIN) Which you gave me. there won't be my songs,my soul,and my life without it (And thank you) Give me a peace of this pain