| With the flesh from off your face
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| Replace me with your skin
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| It’s the only way that I can feel
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| The closest I can get
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| With the flesh from off your face
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| Replace me with your skin
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| It’s the only way that I can feel
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| The closest I can get
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| Through the mirrors in your eyes I see myself but there’s nothing to identify
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| The only thing left of me is dead and gone
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| I just pretend to hold on
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| There’s nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| There’s nothing for you to say
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| There’s nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| There nothing you can say
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| There nothing you can say
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| There’s nothing from your tongue to overflow my despise no breath from within
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| your lungs to inflate my spites
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| There nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| I just pretend to hold on
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| Have you ever truly focused on the pain
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| I’ve got a reason for this
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| You are the reason for this
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| Have you ever fully focused on the pain
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| I’ve burned this part of me away
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| I found the place where the dreams go to die
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| It dwells deep in the somber side of my mind
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| I’ve gone there just to hear you scream
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| Just to see you bleeding
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| There’s nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| There’s nothing for you to say
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| There’s nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| There nothing you can say
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| There nothing you can say
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| There’s nothing from your tongue to overflow my despise no breath from within
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| your lungs to inflate my spites
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| There nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| I just pretend to hold on
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| Bridge:
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| With the flesh from off your face
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| I’ve found the severed part of me that’s fallen through this void beside me
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| I suffer in your place
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| There’s nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| There’s nothing for you to say
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| There’s nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| There nothing you can say
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| There nothing you can say
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| There’s nothing from your tongue to overflow my despise no breath from within
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| your lungs to inflate my spites
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| There nothing you can say to make me hate you more
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| I just pretend to hold on
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| Outro:
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| There nothing from your tongue
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| No breath from within your lungs
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| My mind is shut, I hate you enough
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| The skin is cold
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| And the blood is dust to dust |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Through the Mirrors, artist - Terror Universal. Album song Make Them Bleed, in the genre Иностранный рок