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• Artiste: Coheed And Cambria
• Titre: Unheavenly Creatures
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We were young and had it all figured out She was the quiet one and I had the mouth Until she fell to a knee We escaped through the alley in the back Judge told the creature, don't you dare go back But I couldn't dodge the ringing in my head The lonely, solemn voice, through the echoes as it said: "Please don't leave me here, my love" Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable I fear, my dear, the end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun Did anybody treat you better? To open and follow to the letter I fear, my dear, the end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun There was something I forgot to tell her then Between the kiss and "knock em dead, kid" There will be no other like you Now I can't keep the guilt from my heart The stuttering emotions keep me fixed to fall apart I know I'm leaving all this sweat in your bed A broken heart bleeding with a gun to my head Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable I fear, my dear, the end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun Did anybody treat you better? To open and follow to the letter I fear, my dear, the end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun Like a son of a gun A son of a gun The weight of the world on the shoulders, can you feel the thunder? All Unheavenly Creatures (oh, oh all the Unheavenly Creatures) All Unheavenly Creatures On the way to the car, I heard her voice a little louder "Please don't leave me here, my love" Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable I fear, my dear, the end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun Did anybody treat you better? To open and follow to the letter I fear, my dear, the end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun Oh, pretty angel, swinging from your cable I fear, my dear, the end is near So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun Did anybody treat you better? To open and follow to the letter I fear, my dear, the end is here So run, run, run, run, run like a son of a gun