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Buzzing Bees
05:01
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(I)
Baby you're running way too late
Still stuck on you're rocketship
while my head's on outer space
Lonely and I hate to say goodbye
Trapped in a coma
Save me till we're out of time
(II)
Starships they said were meant to fly
but I know how to get by
just don't even think to try
Blue smoke arranging all the lights
take me inside boy
I wanna kill the night
(Pre-Chorus)
It's like apparitions
And my eyes are closed tight
(Chorus)
Baby you've got to listen
you're running through my mind
Caressing me through moments
Got me stuck in your sublime
Can you see the difference
In the colors of my eyes
but when I wake up you're gone
like Buzzing Bees you fly
(III)
Problems running through my head
keep in touch cause I don't wanna get out of bed
Maybe I need to stop this now but they way you speak
Makes me always wanna stay around
(Pre-Chorus)
It's like apparitions
And my eyes are closed tight
(Chorus)
Baby you've got to listen
you're running through my mind
Caressing me through moments
Got me stuck in your sublime
Can you see the difference
In the colors of my eyes
but when I wake up you're gone
like Buzzing Bees you fly
(Bridge)
You always seem so sweet
You always seem polite
You always seem like nothing's on
but I guess I was
wrong.. ohh... oh..
I guess I was
wrong.. ohh... oh..oh..
They have all gone
and I guess I was wrong
They are all gone
and I guess I was wrong
(Chorus)
Baby you've got to listen
you're running through my mind
Caressing me through moments
Got me stuck in your sublime
Can you see the difference
In the colors of my eyes
but when I wake up you're gone
like Buzzing Bees
Baby you've got to listen
you're running through my mind
Caressing me through moments
Got me stuck in your sublime
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The Mirror Seeker
05:11
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So many doors but I am trapped in this dark room
So many switches but I can't help myself to move
So many faces, so many words your lies injected in my brain
The hate and contempt with the hours we've spent and
give me something to believe
(Pre-Chorus)
Can you feel
the temperature rising?
(Chorus)
Tell me it's all right
Tell me I'll be fine
Even though I can feel the flames
My tears roll on the floor
I'm drowning on my own
On the sea of my mistakes
Who is that girl? watching every
Watching every move I make
My eyes flicker as my hand shakes
Who is that girl?
Watching every move I make
My eyes flicker as my hand shakes
(Pre-Chorus)
Can you feel
the temperature rising?
(Chorus)
Tell me it's all right
Tell me I'll be fine
Even though I can feel the flames
My tears roll on the floor
I'm drowning on my own
On the sea of my mistakes
On the sea of my
(Pre-Chorus)
Can you feel
the temperature rising?
(Chorus)
Tell me it's all right
Tell me I'll be fine
Even though I can feel the flames
My tears roll on the floor
I'm drowning on my own
On the sea of my mistakes
Tell me to shut up
Push up and crawl up
my skin my aching skin
My mind had corrupted me
Stuck in my fantasies
Oh where can I begin?
where can I begin?
tell me can I begin
tell me where
tell me where
tell where can I begin
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Adventnote Manila, Philippines
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