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Opera
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Wykonawcy

Teksty: Spock's Beard. Snow. I'm Dying.


SNOW:
As the sun burns my eyes
I am pierced to the core
Everyday I feel dead
Nothing feels like before

When my friends come to play
I won't answer the door
When they come in the night
I won't be here no more

Help me I'm dying
My soul is crying
Help me I'm dying now

Hear the shots in the night
And I don't care what for
I had mustard today
I can't eat it no more

When death walks in my house
I will speak my desire
Let the storm take me out
With unquenchable fire

Help me I'm dying
My soul is crying
Help me I'm dying now