| the air raids at night, are keeping things serene.
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| the president’s men are closing in on me.
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| and the crosshair grin you hold me in still doest not propose an argument
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| convincing me to shed the devil’s clothes.
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| electrodes to spine.
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| tongeuning my wounds clean.
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| that’s when the nightmare stops.
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| oh yeah I had a dream, I had a dream.
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| it went — shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine.
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| baptisted as atheists.
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| I never felt so clean.
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| the more I hear dove’s cry, the less I want to fly.
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| the more I hear them crying out…
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| when does the seizure end?
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| when does the cyanide kick in?
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| I’d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again.
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| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me.
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| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout in hell.
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| twilight isnt in the dark on this one you can play me out on the hotel floor.
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| the more I hear doves cry.
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| this is where the plot it thickens.
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| not behind the ribs but below the truth.
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| you can use your sleuth, cause I’m begging for proof.
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| when does the seizure end?
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| when does the cyanide kick in?
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| I’d like to hike you up over this waste of love and back again.
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| oh my mistress sweet distress your dress is bringing it all back to me.
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| and we are closer then whores caught up in a roundabout.
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| no need to run away.
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| the pig was snuffed and laid.
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| we say this happening all on the front page.
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| this is the last time we bet on landmines.
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| we’ve got a lot riding on this one.
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| so save your bullets for the call back.
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| we’ve got a lot riding on this one.
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| don’t turn your back till you see the blood flow black |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Daylight Bombings , by - The Bled. Song from the album Found In The Flood, in the genre Пост-хардкор