الكلمات الأصلية
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Dreams of neighborhoods unknown
Rain filled them with the sound
And we couldn't hear a word
But I failed to see the point
Comprehension escapes me
We were the archetypes
Prototypes of ideals
Bitter taste is what we call
The fate of things left on the ground
Blank photographs
Ghosts from the past
Disembodied feelings
The blinded secret glimpses
That pass between your eyes
Heartache to heartache, what I find?
My life was burning and I
Just remember the time of our
Dark nights
Dark words
A coronary path
A journey through the line
Follow the rhythm
Guided by our headlights
Forgotten classics are still around
Once more, if not for me
Do it for the, for the crowd
A coronary path
A journey through the line
Follow the rhythm
Guided by our headlights
We are the perfect storm
We sing the same old notes
We ebb and flow
My neck is open
We ebb and flow
My lips are sewed
