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• Artiste: Low Places
• Titre: Sleeping In
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Death is calling This plagues got me beat The streets are empty Paved with deceit Bright blue skies Fade to gloom A certain death I'll see you soon I'm feeling lonely and sick I'm locked in a cell I'm getting tired of this lifeless hell So I beg, and I choose pain I'm going somewhere fast Forgetting everyone and everything That's crossed my path The sun has set There's no turning back Dark days ahead No escape from black Summer torture I'll stay locked in this room I'm growing weak from my emotions And I'm drowning in doom These days are getting shorter Waking up is getting harder You can cut out all serenity And leave me like the others If there's peace in death Than kill me now Tear my face off of my skull And you can feed me to hell