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Strung Out Blackhawks Over Los Angeles

In London, in Brooklyn By the side of the road in the rain It's simple in this ghost town Another set of eyes breaks me down again I know there's something

a brand new toy and they're just waiting for the word. tonight it begins, so lock your doors up tight. blackhawks over Los Angeles the civil strife

Wouldn't understand if I told you so Wouldn't care to see if I tried to show Wouldn't know what to do if I made you feel Like I feel today so don't bring

Tonight, I feel you coming down. I feel you coming over me like broken glass, Falling down to cut my dreams. Now, if these walls could only talk, They

got a little on your mind we both turn running but we don't belong i still believe in the changes i still believe in the sound my voice is screaming out

now it's gone The life we choose is how we'll fall The way we destroy is the art of it all This portrait illustrates what you made me out to be These

brand new toy And they're just waiting for the word Tonight it begins so lock your doors up tight Blackhawks over Los Angeles The civil strife between

Traduzione: Strung Out. Blackhawks Oltre a Los Angeles.