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• Artiste: Funeral For A Friend
• Titre: Best Friends And Hospital Beds
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Cold hard lines, across my face Into a mirror I don't recognize myself anymore. The deepest blacks, the empty greys There is no going back, there is no in-between. How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense? How many friends can I loose? Who knows what to say? When I'm speaking out to a quiet crowd And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent [x2] Words mean nothing but empty providence, All for a God that doesn't seem to care Who lives and who dies, these are no choices. Each like a body broken struck from the face of a man. How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense? How many friends can I loose? Who knows what to say? When I'm speaking out to a quiet crowd And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent [x2] How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense? How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense? How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense? How many friends can I loose? Who knows what to say? When I'm speaking out to a quiet crowd And at the back of the hall the eyes are silent [x2] How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense? How many friends can I loose before it all makes sense?