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Winter Solstice lyrics - Watcher
| Title: |
Watcher |
| Artist: |
Winter Solstice |
| Album: |
The Fall Of Rome |
| Year: |
2005 |
| Submitted by: |
Maxime Olivier |
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The stubble on my face engraves my lack of compassion
I'm counting grass blades to pass the time
Queen-sized comforts awaits my tired eyes
Remember me?
I'm your satire's locksmith
Your referred to the way of the sword as hope
Despite the blade in your back
Two days pass and there is still no sign of the sun
But you want calmly playing checkers with your gut instinct
On the contrary to the heart's self-emprisonment
Your horse shoes fall like hail
I hear your name in the wind
My collapsible heart skip a beat
You remain my head only as bitter-sweet memory
I've given up sleep
So I can pray for you
Day by day, I bite my tongue
The mental song is sung out loud
It shakes the ground beneath you
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