Contactez-nous

• Artiste: A-b Theory (The)
• Titre: A City Scene
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
I don't enjoy swallowing life through a bottle How the poison makes all of my memories hollow And how my throat moves in sync with my body In a crowd I'm composed; my life's a dichotomy Still my heart, my heart Is burning through darkness for you Still my lungs, my lungs Respire for no one, but you When I close my eyes I can hear the city There's no miracle or medicine for self-pity I imagine you standing in white in the middle I don't blame you for leaving; you did what you had to And all of the while everything's still in motion The working class learning that life's just a bargain While the rich men conspire plans to reach heaven You stand there so pretty, why won't this last forever? You did what you had to; you did what you had to Still my heart, my heart Is burning through darkness for you Still my lungs, my lungs Respire for no one, but you Still my heart, my heart Is burning through darkness for you Still my lungs, my lungs Respire for no one, but you