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• Artiste: Clover Street
• Titre: Circus
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She walks out of the sky and thinks it will survive, But her eyes, are oblivious, to all fo the six last night. Last I remember. Was a softness when I first touched her skin. Before the blackout and before my prayers for the end. And now, "I'm in love" has been said too many times. And the date says it's too late, And it's right to say goodbye, To all my empty words,I can learn to live without. That keep fighting for their right To the exhale from my mouth. Feel the pressure of the failures stop, unlike before. Lending this hopeless feeling knocking at your door. Depression wouldn't kill you, will it put you in your place? Let the pain slice simply in, as you fall from grace. Teamed against the red light, starting to give up. Waiting for a green light that we know will never come. Supersizing the night, waiting for hell to rise. 'Cause wishing on a white light has thrown heaven from the sky. And now, "I'm in love" has been said too many times. And the date says it's too late, And it's right to say goodbye, To all my empty words,I can learn to live without. That keep fighting for their right To the exhale from my mouth. Feel the pressure of the failures stop, unlike before. Lending this hopeless feeling knocking at your door. Depression wouldn't kill you, will it put you in your place? Let the pain slice simply in, as you fall from grace. And now, "I'm in love" has been said too many times. And the date says it's too late, And it's right to say goodbye, To all my empty words,I can learn to live without. That keep fighting for their right To the exhale from my mouth. Feel the pressure of the failures stop, unlike before. Lending this hopeless feeling knocking at your door. Depression wouldn't kill you, will it put you in your place? Let the pain slice simply in, as you fall from grace. She walks out of the sky and thinks it will survive, But her eyes, her eyes, they lie.