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zuò cí : Herrera |
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I hear the cold streets calling me. |
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I hear the cold streets call my name. |
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I feel the dark tide swallow me, |
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And now the black ink covers me. |
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Woah. Woah. |
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My mind won' t stop sreaming, |
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' Cause I don' t feel so alive. |
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This is wrong, not right. |
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I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming. |
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When will the cold streets fade away? |
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When will the sun come back again? |
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In all the back streets and alleyways, |
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I see the cold streets night and day. |
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Woah. Woah. |
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My mind won' t stop screaming. |
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Wake me up from dreaming, |
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' Cause I don' t feel so alive. |
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This is wrong, not right. |
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I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming... |
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' Cause I don' t feel so alive. |
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This is wrong, not right. |
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I' m all alone tonight. |
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I' m all alone tonight. |
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Woah. Woah. |
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' Cause I don' t feel so alive. |
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This is wrong, not right. |
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I' m all alone tonight and I' m still dreaming... |
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' Cause I don' t feel so alive. |
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This is wrong, not right. |
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I' m all alone tonight. |
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I' m all alone tonight. |