waiting the front line, waiting for my time
i kept my head high, to feel like
oh my friend whats becoming of me,
i just tried to kill it all,
all these eyes their waiting for something more then i could ever be
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
we're looking to see things, that hope brings
under the flood lights, we're paralysed
oh my friend whats becoming of me i just tried to kill it all
all these eyes they're waiting for something more
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
oh no there goes another and it tastes like snow
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