| I’m making a masterpiece, I’m gonna write my name
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| In the wet concrete of the walkway on which I tread
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| On a short march to meet the dead…
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| A living catastrophe, I’m the one to blame
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| While the Russians in my head are playing roulette…
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| Forever haunted by the truth, now I’m filled with hatred
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| Forever crawling back to you
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| But I always hold my head up high
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| And although I’m dying inside
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| Suffering in silence!
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| Playing a losing hand and the cards don’t lie
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| Back and forth the battles rage across this notebook page…
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| Taking control again and I’ll hide my shame
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| But the Russians in my head are playing Roulette…
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| Forever haunted by the truth, now I’m filled with hatred
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| Forever crawling back to you
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| But I always hold my head up high
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| And although I’m dying inside
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| Suffering in silence!
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| I’m living in the past (past) within the shadow’s cast
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| I burn before I crash, (crash) bloody knuckles, broken glass
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| I’m living in the past (past) within the shadow’s cast
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| I burn before I crash, (crash) bloody knuckles, broken glass
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| Forever haunted by the truth, now I’m filled with hatred
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| Forever crawling back to you
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| But I always hold my head up high
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| And although I’m dying inside
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| But I always hold my head up high
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| And although I’m dying inside
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| Suffering in silence! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bloody Knuckles, Broken Glass , by - Otherwise. Song from the album Some Kind of Alchemy, in the genre Альтернатива