Lyrics of my song "half died soul"
Verse
dreams at night of thousand faces
anyone of them embraces
tears flush my rough anger
down to drown my commander
where to hide or should I run
away from pain, away from sun
resting in a field of thistles
pain of thorns, hear me whistle
Chorus
Help my friend, please turn around
can't get a feet on that ground
I need you here by my side
to save my soul that half died
Verse
I am a slave of my feelings
Fountains red, all my bleedings
the surging tides of salty sea
served me twice deadly tea
reaper called a drunken sailor
get and kill this crack inhaler
I found myself 5 past 8
but realized much too late
Chorus
help my friend, please turn around
can't get a feet on that ground
I need you here by my side
to save my soul that half died
Bridge
not bad enough for hell
bedevilled by this old spell
not good enough for heaven
dreaming to be twenty-seven
Outro
see your shadows disappear
leave me here in deepest fear
I can’t move a thousand rocks
to escape Pandora’s box
Peppermint Patty
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