Stop! In The Name Of Love
The portrait of the jaded dawn who had seen it all before.
This day wept on my shoulders. Still the same as yesterday.
This path seems endless, body is numb.
The soul has lost its flame.
Walking in familiar traces to find my way back home.
So there I was. Within the sobriety of the immortals.
A semblance of supernatural winds passing through,
The garden sighs, flowers die.
The gate was closed that day, but I was bound to carry on.
She could not see me through the windows.
In dismay, strangest twist upon her lips.<
Shovel
I've come back from all my quitting
I've come back from all my slitting
Only to find that I have laid a lonely shovel in my bed
I've come back from all my slitting
I've come back from all my quitting
Is it that every car I hear is yours coming up the hill
Hey slice
Up my grave
I proved you
My grave
Diggin' up
Fillin' up
Get enough
Hey slice
Up my grave
I proved you
My grave
Diggin' up
Fillin' up
Get enough
The only way I could do it is to run into your shovel
The only way I could do it is to run into your shovel
The only way I can dig it is to run until you dig it
The only way I can dig it is to run until you dig it
Rot my cot
Full for me to think (For me to think)
You're letting me split (You're letting me split)
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