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Bài hát Blood, Tears, Dust - Lacuna Coil. Do you remember my friend. When I was frozen and dead inside. A piece of nothing in this world. Till I heard she said. Three nights of hell. Immortality to
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Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of. There is no one on earth I'm afraid of. And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when. To be English is not to be baneful. To be
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without a face. One mask over another. Echoes lead the troops. A creator no one can trace. No one can trace. . Be my eyes. I see what you want me to see. Innocent blood across the land. I kill what
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hour of reprisal. Your time slips away. . Raining blood. From a lacerated sky. Bleeding it's
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11. blood on my neck A suit that date spines,. Does fine in the winter. Occasionally fine. Splinter feels bright. I've got blood on my neck,. From success. For landing on the corner. Scarded
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hour of reprisal. Your time slips away. . Raining blood. From a lacerated sky. Bleeding it's
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And heavens cried blood as. I swallowed the poison from her lips again. And heavens cried blood. I felt no regrets for her death. . No need for sympathies, what she got is what she deserved
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fresh new blood, yeah. This one's not for the faint at heart, yeah. Another day, another new found lost soul. Another day, the fresh new blood still runs strong. . Steer the wheel blindfolded
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11. blood on my neck A suit that date spines,. Does fine in the winter. Occasionally fine. Splinter feels bright. I've got blood on my neck,. From success. For landing on the corner. Scarded
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hour of reprisal. Your time slips away. . Raining blood. From a lacerated sky. Bleeding it's
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hour of reprisal. Your time slips away. . Raining blood. From a lacerated sky. Bleeding it's
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Washing off last night's fake blood from an even faker cut. Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' all over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas. Don't you wish you had it as good as I do
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Washing off last night's fake blood from an even faker cut. Some poor girl's bleedin', bleedin' all over everything I own Merry Christmas, Hare Krishnas. Don't you wish you had it as good as I do
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. 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood. You know it used to be mad love. So take a look what you've done. 'Cause baby, now we got bad blood (hey!). Now we got problems. And I don't think we can solve
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Well I have spent nights with matches and knives. Leaning over ledges only two flights up. Hurting my heart, burning my soul nothing left to hold. Nothing left the blood and the fire. You have
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mountains. Creatures became mute. Rivers of blood flow beneath the pyre. Set it ablaze. Constructions collapse. Nothing lasts. What will rise from our bones. We failed to defend. This is the time to
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all the blood. We're just having fun. Excuse all the blood. We're just having fun. We're just having fun. . Come on you surely know. There's no place left to go. This is the coolest place. To
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weakness, go on, kill it. So long, good riddance There's blood in the gutters, it's flooding the path. Killing us slow chemical wrath. Suffer the madness cling to the birth. Of a new era to hell with our