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• Artiste: Oceana (USA)
• Titre: The Constrictor
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Divided I'm carelessly counting my sins The sight of growing too old to begin Sentenced to find the one that is gold In a pile of nothing To our hearts we wreck we're reborn I grow inside you I feel nothing And when I'm side you I will be ready There's not enough of a reason to be ugly I'll crucify you and burn until you're nothing And if my body is bruised would you believe me That I am more than you and what you're reading There's not enough of a reason to be ugly I'll crucify you and burn until you're nothing And if my body is bruised would you believe me That i am more than you and what you're reading Medic i feel headless Leave me Medic i feel headless Leave me Medic i feel headless Leave me Medic i feel headless Divided i'm carelessly counting my sins The sight of growing too old to begin Divided i'm carelessly counting my sins The sight of growing too old to begin And if the world never died I'd live long enough to forget what its shape is I lost each one of my eyes In a world mind versus the question And if world never died I'd live long enough to forget what its shape is I lost each one of my eyes In a world mind versus the question And if world never died I'd live long enough to forget what its shape is I lost each one of my eyes In a world mind versus the question