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- Seems like a dead end
Some kind of new land,
I'm dressed in suffer,
The lonely hunter
I'm on the highway
Waiting for the day
When my heart will be bruised
I still remember every word you said
I wonder if each one was fake
REFRAIN (ПРИПЕВ):
I'm drinking 'Bloody Mary',
The end is clear already
I cannot fly to our skies, to our skies
I'm whispering and sighing,
Remember they were flying -
The ghosts of love -
Butterflies, butterflies.
We're in the dead end
It doesn't depend
On who's right,
What's wrong
Tried to be the best thing
Tried to be the best man
But anyway it seems that I'm not good enough
Tried to be the lover,
Tried to be the cover
Of our paradise,
I didn't get the signs.
If you wanna kill me - come on,
Then just do it
But I'm forever yours
I always tried to prove it.
Cuz' each and every thought
Was ispired by you
I dunno why you're treating me like a fool.
If there is something on your mind,
Say it now, in my face
You make a room of silence
And keep me there for days
But you're not answering the phone,
I'm sitting all alone
Staring at the ceiling,
Beating up the walls
I still remember every word you said
I wonder if each one was fake
REFRAIN (ПРИПЕВ):
I'm drinking 'Bloody Mary',
The end is clear already
I cannot fly to our skies, to our skies
I'm whispering and sighing,
Remember they were flying -
The ghosts of love -
Butterflies, butterflies.