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Zombie - Cranberries
Another head hangs lowly,
Child is slowly taken.
And the violence caused such silence,
Who are we mistaken?
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family.
In your head, in your head they are fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are crying...
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou...
Another mother's breakin',
Heart is taking over.
When the vi'lence causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they're still fighting,
With their tanks and their bombs,
And their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head, they are dying...
In your head, in your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head,
In your head,
Zombie, zombie, zombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a..
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact that you're in misery.
Look inside
See what has become of her
Hiding within again
Can she pick herself up again
It's just too difficult and arduous to let go
Homicide
Flashes through her mind again
No more pain take control
If he raises his hand again
She'll find the freedom in killing him
The World will see that she's had enough
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact you're in misery.
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
From the look in your eyes
I know you bleed internally
For how long you deny?
How long until you walk away?
Your facade can't disguise
The fact you're in misery.
For how long will you try?
How long until you walk away?
From the look in your eyes
I know you bleed internally
Alter | Geschlecht | Stadt | Land |
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31 Jahre | Frau | Meanwile City | |
Lieblingsstar | Lieblingsmusik | Lieblingsfilm | Leibgericht |
Staind, Seether, Evanescence, Disturbed, usw... | alles war richtig rockt | In my Fathers Denn | Schokolade |
Lieblingsfarbe | Traumjob | Lieblingssendung | Hobby |
Schwarz | was auch immer | Scrubs | Musik hören, fotografieren, schreiben, "hängen" |