terça-feira, julho 28, 2015

Got Me Wrong

Yeh, it goes away
All of this and more of nothing in my life
No color clay
Individuality not safe

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure you run from something strong

I can't let go
Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow
Feel a tortured brain
Show your belly like you want me to

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don't last forever
Something's gotta turn out right

You sugar taste
Sweetness doesn't often touch my face
Stay if you please
You may not be here when I leave

As of now I bet you got me wrong
So unsure we reach for something strong

I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
Strong, I haven't felt like this in so long
Wrong, in a sense too far gone from love
That don't last forever
Something's gotta turn out right

(Alice In Chains)



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segunda-feira, agosto 05, 2013

Stone

I know you think I'm wrong, but I'm not your tour guide
Have a guess, I don't let you look inside

Cold
Dry
Stone

What makes you want to carve your initials in me?
Rained and weathered erasing hard to read
Find me distant, outwardly rough
obscene

Cold
Dry
Stone

Cold and dry, a Stone
Cold and dry, a Stone

I'm not a cornerstone in a palace for you
Time will bring your very own hard truth
Not to worry, ice covered rocks still move

Cold
Dry
Stone
Cold
Dry
Stone

(Alice In Chains)




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quinta-feira, abril 04, 2013

Nutshell

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is racked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead

(Alice In Chains)





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segunda-feira, junho 25, 2007

Nutshell

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is racked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead

(Alice In Chains)

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