Даже в самый хороший день вам не позволят совсем забыться. Забыть, кто вы есть, что вы есть... Не знаю, смеяться ли этому или плакать над этим. Но ведь сегодня действительно был хороший день.
Looking at the road that rises up ahead, I thought I’d learned a thing or two… But this is where it’s all made new, and I- I gotta throw my hands up ‘Cause I can’t go on if I can’t stop.
Look, The leaves are dead… The moments gone, there’s no surrender; Forever now unsaid, The words that might have warmed December. It’s all inside your head, Like fragments of a dream you remember, So never mind your clever mind, never mind me.
Staring at the ceiling from my bed, I thought I’d earned a chance or few… I thought I’d be paid in due Time isn’t made for waiting, And past isn’t worth debating.
Look, The leaves are dead…
Feeling like a fool again… Just need a new direction, A new beginning, new beginning… I can’t hold back and I can’t hold on, It’s all about gratification; See me running, see me running…
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Looking at the road that rises up ahead,
I thought I’d learned a thing or two…
But this is where it’s all made new, and I-
I gotta throw my hands up
‘Cause I can’t go on if I can’t stop.
Look,
The leaves are dead…
The moments gone, there’s no surrender;
Forever now unsaid,
The words that might have warmed December.
It’s all inside your head,
Like fragments of a dream you remember,
So never mind your clever mind, never mind me.
Staring at the ceiling from my bed,
I thought I’d earned a chance or few…
I thought I’d be paid in due
Time isn’t made for waiting,
And past isn’t worth debating.
Look,
The leaves are dead…
Feeling like a fool again…
Just need a new direction,
A new beginning, new beginning…
I can’t hold back and I can’t hold on,
It’s all about gratification;
See me running, see me running…
Look,
The leaves are dead…
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