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  • Текст песни Blue October - The Scar

    Исполнитель: Blue October
    Название песни: The Scar
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    I'd like to sneak around your house
    When everyone's asleep
    Tiptoe across the door-room mat
    That used to welcome me
    Then gently shut the door
    To see a brand-new Christmas tree
    And the silence pounds like a kettle drum
    And a chill runs through me

    Chorus:
    But does she ever miss me?
    I still hear her singing
    Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
    With velvet brushes and wooden framing
    She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
    The scar

    I choked up the dirt, completely hurt
    I ran straight through them all
    Then pushed aside what's left of pride
    And trembled through the hall
    And there stands a door you'd seen before
    When all you knew you was down
    But your perfume breath brought peaceful death
    On sleepy silver gowns

    Chorus:
    But does she ever miss me?
    I still hear her singing
    Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
    With velvet brushes and wooden framing
    She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
    The scar

    Yeah, to wake is such a dreaded thing
    To sleep is such a hole
    I eat without your company
    I drink till I unfold
    And now hear the end of everything
    Just thrown onto the ground
    But October fell and broke my shell
    And all I knew was down

    Chorus:
    But does she ever miss me?
    I still hear her singing
    Just like an orchestra, just like a painting
    With velvet brushes and wooden framing
    She's a familiar Monet that's worth renaming
    The scar

    Hold my hand (so they crush them in),
    Hold my soul.
    Angels sing I’m staving (the scar).
    My ears swell cold (so they crush them in),
    Hold my soul.
    Angels call her the scar

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