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• Artiste: Gary Numan
• Titre: The End Of Things
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Is that a voice calling me softly? Nothing in here is quite how it seems Is that a whisper, search(?), or my fear? Am I awake or lost in old dreams? Everything's so cold The air is so stale There should be nothing here to see Is this a warning? Like in the black book There can be no one else but me I see a darker shade of darkness I hear a shadow hide in the light I feel a suffocating tension Within a terrible desire Everything's so cold The air is so stale There should be nothing here to fear But I am breathing A child's laughter Can any part of this be real? Everything I work for Everything I long for Is always just to far Everything I hope for Never comes to be Everything I bleed for Burns a scar on me Everything I fight for Leaves a bitter taste Everything I cry for Looks into my face Everything I scream for Barely knows my name Everything I'd die for Will die just the same In here With me Is this the truth of your forgiveness? Are you the strangers dead at my door? Are you the end of this come calling? Are you the answer I had wished for? Everything's so cold The air is so stale And there is nothing here but me If I belong here And this is mercy Then there is no place I'd rather be Everything I worked for Everything I longed for Was always just to far Everything I hoped for It never came to be Everything I bled for Burned a scar on me Everything I fought for Left a bitter taste Everything I cried for Looked into my face Everything I screamed for Barely knew my name Everything I died for Died just the same In here With me