Red Rain of September
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- Votos 4
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Última publicación dom, feb 21, 2016
Can you hear that symphony?
The story behind those sweet melodies
The broken string of my old guitar
That I can compare into the sweet sound of a sitar
Everytime that I sing our old love song
It makes me believe that nothing's wrong
That there's no breach, no tangles, but full of regrets
Let's just keep it in my black box that was full of engrave secrets
For the nth time I said to myself
'Don't you ever play it again'
For the time you did it
You'll going to experience an endless pain
Driblets of blood will fall
That will slowly tear your soul
But there's no more pain
Just like what in the song you gain
Learn how to let go
For that is how all story flow
Maybe someday you'll going to laugh from yesterday's pain
And you'll be free to play it again
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