negotiate You are you / get used to it / open The same don't appeal / but it will / you are you Live to live To die inside you will Anticipate solitude
, you are you Get used to it, open up The same don't appeal but it will You are, you are, you are you You are, you are, you are you Solitude, solitude
Traduzione: Days of the New. Solitudine.
for days, now All is white and dreadful clean The coldness touches you With a blade that cuts your skin All that?s left now is pain Fear and solitude
Can't you hear me Calling out for help My days are coming to an end A constant disguise Each step takes a new direction Escapes the perception of my
lonely man Roams an empty city Omnipresent death is all around Riding on deserted streets In bitter solitude Silence all around Without a human sound The days
ain't phony So recognize and give me what you owe me Your attention and long-term memory Whether in solitude or assembly I make (fraggles?) go BOW! Never
get old. do you think that maybe you could save me? cuz it's coming and i don't wanna be on board. miles from solitude. incredibly alone miles from solitude
Reaction is not the call Rely On my new self Rising on my own Sage advice, embrace wisdom Hang the past Take the helm Fashion a new future to live In
cancerous millions. Distraught with the fear. A lack of control. Memories aligned with violence. Days of provocation rest. Solitude dreams of a new expression
make out like Casanova Friends are always coming over I signed my name as if I meant it Sealed it with a kiss and sent it The letter had improved my mood Happy in my solitude
world in hands when you're with me when i'm lost somehow you find me everyday we find something new well this new day i found you i found love and joy
count my cards yet You know I'm ready to forget all we've been through You know I'm ready for you The shaken are desperate for new sounds on old ground
Those days are dead (forgive me) Those days are dead (forgive me) Those days are dead (forgive me) We need vices to wave to the good old days She said
Restless, three days without sleep, his mind wrapped in barely perceptible haze, he continues east, shaking, despite the stuttering convulsions and near
of eden The ancient of days The wild dreams that wake us The life before death The mocking red sun The night that will come In my darkness and solitude
