What are you gonna do when the ink runs dry What are you gonna do when there's nothing left to write When there's nothing left to say when it's all been
I write your name on my arm with India ink Baby I told you once before it's not what you think I drink it in with a sip but I really want to chug You
Puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux Puisqu'on est fou, puisqu'on est seuls Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux M
There comes a time when you swim or sink So I jumped in the drink 'cause I couldn't make myself clear Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh I've tried to
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The water turned black and it's just getting darker So be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare The Neo-Christian Theocrats pray on
I stopped into a club I thought I'd see a show Everyone was there At least everyone I know Their knickers in a knot Their hands up on the heart The best
Well there it is in black and white No need to read between the lines You made it clear to the letter You're breaking off the chains that bind I want
I climb the mountain top, I saw the bottom drop I cling to drift wood yeah, I swim in the deep world Words unspoken seem so foreign Have you heard this
Little girl Playin' with the moonlight Shine it on me Oh, shine it on me There's a cloud Over my light And it's troubling me Such a world Such an invitation
Puisqu'on ne vivra jamais tous les deux Puisqu'on est fou, puisqu'on est seuls Puisqu'ils sont si nombreux Meme la morale parle pour eux J'aimerais quand
Paredon,tinta roja en el gris del ayer tu emosion de ladrillo feliz,sobre mi callejon con un borron viendo la esquina y el boton que en el ancho de la
Touched the mirror Broke the surface of the water Saw my true self All illusions shattered Money's only paper only ink We'll destroy ourselves if we
You owe me so bad but with each step towards your front door im debating whether or not its worth it to my pride to see you losing weight tonight even
Mon encre... A l'encre de Medine? Ecoute mon histoire... C'est la bavure de mon encre, mon anxiete Mes peines, ma rage, ma facon de m'exprimer Mon defouloir
Did you know that I knew all the things that you used to do about the boys in the afternoon. When I worked like a pig and you figured It'd be good for
There comes a time when you swim or sink So I jumped in the drink 'Cause I couldn't make myself clear Maybe I wrote in invisible ink Oh I've tried to
The water turned black and it's just getting darker. so be afraid, be afraid, be very afraid of the coming nightmare. the neo-christian theocrats pray