U forget more with each day now
But don't forget what u love
U dont like flowers
Don't believe in heaven too
Were awakened by explosions
In a dream both of us had died
I Don't say what i think anymore
Close your crescent eyes
I dont believe in anything or anyone anymore
All you space cadets
How're you doing?
We accept our new fates everyday
So close ur eyes, pretend ur mine
All this heartaches fine
U dont even really know my features
how could you push my buttons?
Youre a memory thats going to be erased
Και to ξημέρωμα μας φεύγει
πώς φτάσαμε εδώ
Δεν ντύνομαι στα σκοτεινά
Και το πρόσωπο μου αλλάζει
Σαν μια ιστορία απελπισίας
αδιαφορεί Μονόχρωμη
(greek // and dawn is escaping us
How did end up here?
I dont get dressed in the dark
And my face is changing
Like a history of desperation
Indifferent, monochrome)
Say your prayers with mine
Nobody cares what we think anymore
Im no florist im no painter
Nobody says what they think anymore
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