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Ten Black Roses

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 13.09.2012

Life is like a boat in a bottle
Try to sail, you can’t with no air
Day by day it only gets harder
Try to scream but nobody cares

Through the glass you see the same faces
Hear the voices fade like a drum
When your life’s a boat in a bottle
You’re surrounded drifting alone

Don’t leave me now
Stay another day
With me

When you’re sad and no one knows it
I’ll send you black roses
When your heart’s dark and frozen
I'll send you black roses

Far away we wait for each other
I’m still on that road to nowhere
Kiss yourself for me in the mirror
Tie a black rose into your hair

Don’t lose your faith
Share another night
With me

When you’re sad and no one knows it
I’ll send you black roses
When your heart’s dark and frozen
I'll send you black roses

Ten black roses
Ten black roses

Life is like a boat in a bottle
Try to sail, you can’t with no air
Day by day it only gets harder
Try to scream but nobody cares

When you’re sad and no one knows it
I’ll send you black roses
When your heart’s dark and frozen
I'll send you black roses

Ten black roses
Ten black roses


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