Caliban - Sycamore dreams

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You re the source.
My disbelief in innocence arise.
Feel that gosth seducing me.
Try to reach a hand in that golden circle.
You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness.
In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees
and no one else is sleeping well.
Burn me tonight. Feeing my lies slip away.
Burn me tonight.
And kill the demos in me.
Facing a saint feeling my life slip away.
Burn me tonight.
Until I m disapointed.
Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me.
I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake.
I m the pine float.
And now you re falling apart from me.
You are no angel!!!

Inne utwory

  • Sick of running away
  • Nothing is forever
  • The seventh soul
  • Meritocracy
  • Complex
  • A faint moment of fortune
  • Destruction
  • Dialogue
  • Fire is my witness
  • Happiness in slavery
  • Stand up
  • Certainly, corpses bleed cold
  • A small boy and a grey heaven
  • About time and decisions
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    Cara mia

    Jay & The Americans

    Cara Mia why must we say goodbye?
    Each time we part my heart wants to die
    Darling hear my prayer
    Cara Mia fair
    I ll be your love till the end of time

    Cara Mia mine
    Cara Mia mine
    Cara Mia mine
    Cara Mia mine

    Cara Mia why must we say goodbye?
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    Taste you

    Oh my love, oh my love
    I can t hear you my love
    Tell me where have you gone?

    Oh my love, oh my love
    I can t taste you my love,
    Tell me what have I done?

    Plug it in, so I can digest you
    I will taste you

    Far away, far away
    I can t feel you...

    I surrender

    From the highest tower, I will call you home
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