اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
There's a sickly kind of silence
That permeates the air
Haunted by the ghosts of lovers entwined
But things change, seasons come and go
And we're all caught in the game I know
And though the past is cold, the future is blind
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And there's a fire in our eyes
That burns down the wall between us
And there's a fire in our hearts
That just won't die
Well it's a complicated problem
To bury your despair
To put aside your guilt and swallow your pride
We cry hard, suffer through the blows
It's a long way to the top from below
But we'll never reach the summit until we've tried
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