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Sonata Arctica - Broken Sonata Arctica - Broken |
*** Autor textu: Tony Kakko | I was raised from a broken seed,
I grew up to be an unwanted weed
Ever faster the time exceeds me,
Little harder again to remember…you.
Held a torch for you, when lightning stroke me,
Once again, hope I died for the last time
Only one I have a thing greater than you,
Little light on the sky every night
Morning dew on the field, where I met you
I was frozen a year, couldn´t get through
Got a sign, not a scar, on my shoulder,
I am not quite the man you take me for…
Fell in love with the weekness within me
Force me the Ring and own me
Guess you found what you´d think would oblige me,
Little version of me to consume you…
I´d give my everything to you,
follow you thru the garden of oblivion
If only I could tell you everything,
the little things you´ll never
dare to ask me…
Do you really know me?…I might be a God
Show me that you care and have a cry
How do you see me?…as the one?
Can you see my blood when I´m bleeding
How can you love this exile,
and how could I desire you
When my pain is my pain and yours is too…
On this deadwinter´s night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none I fear…
Seven lifes of a man, passed before me
Seven graves, one for every Love I´ve had
Only once I have broken my so called heart
Only one made me see why they cry
Will I learn how to be one of you someday?
Will I still feel the eyes that behold me
Will I hear what you think, when you see me?
Will it tear me apart if you feel for me…
I´d give my everything to you,
follow you thru the garden of oblivion
If only I could tell you everything,
the little things you´ll never
dare to ask me…
Do you really know me?…I might be a God
Show me that you care and have a cry
How do you see me?…as the one?
Can you see my blood when I´m bleeding
How can you love this exile,
and how could I desire you
When my pain is my pain and yours is too…
On this deadwinter´s night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none I fear…
Little broken, always been,
a part of you belongs to me
You were never mine to love,
but this all has made it easy for me…
Burning feathers, not an Angel,
Heaven´s closed, Hell´s soldout
So I walk on the Earth,
behind the curtains,
hidden from everyone,
Until I find a new life to ruin again…
On this deadwinter´s night
Darkness becomes this child
Bless this night with a tear
For I have none I fear… |
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