Pieces duży lotek Wreath Of Barbs
Where is your inspiration, you lost it, oh so long ago
so much for innovation, I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation, your hopes are high but trapped below,
This constant competition, we've won but you're still keeping score
But I grew up, wishing on a star
(Wishing, on , a star)
You think I won't ever get too far.
(I, Get, Too far)
So high on dedication, it feels so good to get away,
From all this repetition, this angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition, we'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration, you
so much for innovation, I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation, your hopes are high but trapped below,
This constant competition, we've won but you're still keeping score
But I grew up, wishing on a star
(Wishing, on , a star)
You think I won't ever get too far.
(I, Get, Too far)
So high on dedication, it feels so good to get away,
From all this repetition, this angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition, we'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration, you
Like a russian doll
It's so hard to tell
What goes on inside
Behind your painted shells
Underneath a sky of prussian blue
Just call me
I will rush to you
When the midnight bells begin to toll
I just want to be with my russian doll
Oh my russian doll
Skin like moonlit snow
Hold me in the dark
Never let me go
Underneath a sky of prussian blue
Just call me
I will rush to you
When the midnight bells begin to toll
That's when I long to see my russian doll
Bloody sunday red
The colour of your lips
Just when I get close
Fr
It's so hard to tell
What goes on inside
Behind your painted shells
Underneath a sky of prussian blue
Just call me
I will rush to you
When the midnight bells begin to toll
I just want to be with my russian doll
Oh my russian doll
Skin like moonlit snow
Hold me in the dark
Never let me go
Underneath a sky of prussian blue
Just call me
I will rush to you
When the midnight bells begin to toll
That's when I long to see my russian doll
Bloody sunday red
The colour of your lips
Just when I get close
Fr