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- Titre : Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche
- Album : Dying Is Your Latest Fashion
- Année : 2006
Paroles :
*.>Hurtful words,<.*
*.>From my enemies of the last five years,<.*
*.>What's it like to die alone?<.*
*.>How does it feel when tears freeze,<.*
*.>When you cry?<.*
*.>The blood in your veins is twenty below.<.*
*.>Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,<.*
*.>Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,<.*
*.>Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,<.*
*.>This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,<.*
*.>Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,<.*
*.>Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,<.*
*.>Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,<.*
*.>This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,<.*
*.>Something I cannot forget.<.*
*.>So for now, take this down a notch,<.*
*.>Crash my car through your window,<.*
*.>Make sure you're still alive,<.*
*.>Just in time to kill you,<.*
*.>Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,<.*
*.>Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,<.*
*.>Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,<.*
*.>This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,<.*
*.>Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,<.*
*.>Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,<.*
*.>Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,<.*
*.>This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,<.*
*.>Something I cannot forget.<.*
*.>I can't take this (take) anymore<.*
*.>I can't take this (take) anymore<.*
*.>I can't take this (take) anymore<.*
*.>(I cannot feel what you've done to me)<.*
*.>I can't take this (take) anymore<.*
*.>(What you've done to me)<.*
*.>So for now, take this down a notch,<.*
*.>Crash my car through your window,<.*
*.>(Window)<.*
*.>Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,<.*
*.>Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,<.*
*.>Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,<.*
*.>This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,<.*
*.>Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,<.*
*.>Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,<.*
*.>Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,<.*
*.>This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,<.*
*.>Something I cannot forget<.*