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Neil Vince - Black Promises Everythingıs moving backwards Itıs been that way for so long When all my cries like butterflies Drift slowly away I canıt relate to no one Sifting through all my so called friends Ainıt what I like to do But give or take my wreckage past Dies slowly away And now the battleıs begun Black promises, black promises Face down in a hole, Iım sinkinı below Till I face myself Iım letting go, so on with the show Till I face myself Nevermind all the pity I rattle on all the snakes I knew I chewed the bone, got critisizes And hid all the pain Beneath it all I still face the same face Black promises, black promises Face down in a hole, Iım sinkinı below Till I face myself Iım letting go, so on with the show Till I face myself Black promises, black promises Face down in a hole, Iım sinkinı below Till I face myself Iım letting go, so on with the show Till I face myself |
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