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    Chica Chica

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Reach out
    For I cannot recall
    Blurred nights, hands like ice
    Spinning bathroom walls
    And every soulless face
    Seems to me a drowning fate
    Cut slow they say
    Think of a better way to count your hours
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
    And we've been wondering where you are
    In seperate corners so that eyes can shine
    And make a party out of every night
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
    And we've been wondering where you are
    In seperate corners so that eyes can shine
    And make a party out of every night
    And don't talk
    For every word turns cold
    Jump back what your best at
    Keep buying what I'm sold
    And every sickened stare
    Draws from me a steaming glare (steaming glare)
    What words you say
    Think of a better way to haunt your hours
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
    And we've been wondering where you are
    In seperate corners so that eyes can shine
    And make a party out of every night
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
    And we've been wondering where you are
    In seperate corners so that eyes can shine
    And make a party out of every night
    Wake me up
    For a never ending cycle scares me
    Pull me up
    This night I hate but keep repeating
    Wake me up
    For a never ending cycle scares me
    Pull me up
    This night I hate but keep repeating
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
    And we've been wondering where you are
    In seperate corners so that eyes can shine
    And make a party out of every night
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
    And we've been wondering where you are
    In seperate corners so that eyes can shine
    And make a party out of every night
    Hear the sound of our own hearts breaking
    Keep our thoughts as to what we're drinking
    Fear the sound of our own lungs breathing
    Keep our thoughts as to what we're drinking
    There's a problem with the sky tonight
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