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Bury me here
Where all stone angels sleep
Write on my grave
Little sad tale for kids
Princess die from own hands
Cause no one's there to keep them out
They die from own hands
Cause no one's there to keep them out
Twenty one grams
So easy to lose
Hands on her neck
Secret pain
Burning bruise
Safety is just a lie
When you are made of butterflies
O-oh, it's just a lie
Nobody's here to keep me out
So bury me here
Where all stone angels sleep
All my mistakes
Bury, bury so deep
I won't forget that night
When cradle became a rack
There's nothing romantic
In being cruelly torn apart
Похорони меня здесь,
где спят все каменные ангелы
Напиши на моей могиле
Короткую грустную историю для детей:
Принцессы погибают от собственных рук,
Потому что у них нет никого, кто остановил бы их
Они погибают от собственных рук,
Потому что нет никого, кто остановил бы их
Двадцать один грамм
Который так легко потерять
Руки на ее шее
Скрытая боль
Саднящий синяк
Безопасность - лишь ложь,
Когда ты сделана из бабочек
О, это просто ложь
Нет никого, кто спас бы меня
Так похорони же меня здесь
Где спят все каменные ангелы
Все мои ошибки
Закопай, закопай глубже
Я не забуду ту ночь,
Когда колыбель стала дыбой
Нет никакой романтики в том,
Чтобы быть зверски растерзанной
Where all stone angels sleep
Write on my grave
Little sad tale for kids
Princess die from own hands
Cause no one's there to keep them out
They die from own hands
Cause no one's there to keep them out
Twenty one grams
So easy to lose
Hands on her neck
Secret pain
Burning bruise
Safety is just a lie
When you are made of butterflies
O-oh, it's just a lie
Nobody's here to keep me out
So bury me here
Where all stone angels sleep
All my mistakes
Bury, bury so deep
I won't forget that night
When cradle became a rack
There's nothing romantic
In being cruelly torn apart
Похорони меня здесь,
где спят все каменные ангелы
Напиши на моей могиле
Короткую грустную историю для детей:
Принцессы погибают от собственных рук,
Потому что у них нет никого, кто остановил бы их
Они погибают от собственных рук,
Потому что нет никого, кто остановил бы их
Двадцать один грамм
Который так легко потерять
Руки на ее шее
Скрытая боль
Саднящий синяк
Безопасность - лишь ложь,
Когда ты сделана из бабочек
О, это просто ложь
Нет никого, кто спас бы меня
Так похорони же меня здесь
Где спят все каменные ангелы
Все мои ошибки
Закопай, закопай глубже
Я не забуду ту ночь,
Когда колыбель стала дыбой
Нет никакой романтики в том,
Чтобы быть зверски растерзанной
Bury Me Here.
WHERE ALL STONE ANGELS SLEEP
Write ON MY GRAVE
Little Sad Tale for Kids
Princess Die From Own Hands
CAUSE NO ONE'S THERE TO KEEP THEM OUT
THEY DIE FROM OWN HANDS
CAUSE NO ONE'S THERE TO KEEP THEM OUT
Twenty One Grams.
SO Easy To Lose
Hands On Her Neck
SECRET PAIN.
Burning bruise.
Safety Is Just A Lie
WHEN YOU ARE MADE OF BUTTERFLIES
O-Oh, IT's Just A Lie
NOBODY'S HERE TO KEEP ME OUT
SO BURY ME HERE
WHERE ALL STONE ANGELS SLEEP
All My Mistakes.
Bury, Bury So Deep
I WONT FORGET THAT NIGHT
WHEN CRADLE BECAME A RACK
There's nothing romantic
In Being Cruelly Torn Apart
Bury me here
where all the stone angels sleep
Write on my grave
Short sad story for children:
Princesses die from their own hands,
Because they have no one who stop them
They die from their own hands,
Because there is no one who would stop them
Twenty-one gram
Which is so easy to lose
Hands on her neck
Hidden pain
Sundaying Sinyak
Security is only a lie,
When you are made of butterflies
Oh, it's just a lie
There is no one who will save me
So Burry me here
Where all the stone angels sleep
All my mistakes
Jump, jump deeper
I will not forget the night
When the cradle has become a dread
There is no romance in
To be brutally confused
WHERE ALL STONE ANGELS SLEEP
Write ON MY GRAVE
Little Sad Tale for Kids
Princess Die From Own Hands
CAUSE NO ONE'S THERE TO KEEP THEM OUT
THEY DIE FROM OWN HANDS
CAUSE NO ONE'S THERE TO KEEP THEM OUT
Twenty One Grams.
SO Easy To Lose
Hands On Her Neck
SECRET PAIN.
Burning bruise.
Safety Is Just A Lie
WHEN YOU ARE MADE OF BUTTERFLIES
O-Oh, IT's Just A Lie
NOBODY'S HERE TO KEEP ME OUT
SO BURY ME HERE
WHERE ALL STONE ANGELS SLEEP
All My Mistakes.
Bury, Bury So Deep
I WONT FORGET THAT NIGHT
WHEN CRADLE BECAME A RACK
There's nothing romantic
In Being Cruelly Torn Apart
Bury me here
where all the stone angels sleep
Write on my grave
Short sad story for children:
Princesses die from their own hands,
Because they have no one who stop them
They die from their own hands,
Because there is no one who would stop them
Twenty-one gram
Which is so easy to lose
Hands on her neck
Hidden pain
Sundaying Sinyak
Security is only a lie,
When you are made of butterflies
Oh, it's just a lie
There is no one who will save me
So Burry me here
Where all the stone angels sleep
All my mistakes
Jump, jump deeper
I will not forget the night
When the cradle has become a dread
There is no romance in
To be brutally confused