different pulses
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sözleri de eksik kalmasın:
my life is like a wound i scratch so i can bleed
regurgitate my words, i write so i can feed
and death grows like a tree that's planted in my chest
its roots are at my feet, i walk so it won't rest
oh, baby i am lost...
i try to push the colors through a prism back to white
to sync our different pulses into a blinding light
and if love is not the key. if love is not a key.
i hope that i can find a place where it could be
i know that in your heart there is an answer to a question
which i'm not as yet aware that i have asked
and if that tree had not drunk my tears
i would have bled and cried for all the years
that i alone have let them pass
oh, baby i am yours...
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