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Website - http://www.annisokay.com
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Original title: Annisokay - Blind Lane
in VK: https://vk.com/rockgoesnightcore?w=wall-121657836_736
Original art: /241861
More ROCK nightcore:
http://www.youtube.com/c/RockGoesNightcore
Nightcore mixes:
http://www.youtube.com/c/RockGoesNightcoreMixes
My soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/rockgoesnightcore
All arts used in my videos:
http://imgur.com/a/bWeoh/all
VK:
https://vk.com/rockgoesnightcore
All my nightcore in audio VK:
https://vk.com/audios-121657836
All my mixes in VK:
https://vk.com/pages?oid=-121657836&p=Mixes
Lyrics:
We are in line, we are the trend
Brushed and forgotten in the end
Across the years we lost each other
Blinded by a softly souther
I touch your skin, I hold my breath
The time has come, our love is dead
I watch the train as it dissolves in heavy rain
On tracks out of the blind lane
From the heaven of together to the earth of alone
Change your world before it kills you
There is no doubt this is what it's all about
We are in line, we are the trend
Brushed and forgotten in the end
Across the years we lost each other
Blinded by a softly souther
I'm losing sleep, you're on my mind
I'm losing days that I cannot find
There’s nothing wrong with being wrong for each other
At some time or another
From the heaven of together to the earth of alone
Change your world before it kills you
There is no doubt this is what it's all about
We are in line, we are the trend
Brushed and forgotten in the end
Across the years we lost each other
Blinded by a softly souther
When it’s all said and it’s all done
We give up before it even begun
When it’s all cold, when it’s all gone
We stand still, even if we try to run
When it’s all said and it’s all done
We give up before it even begun
When it’s all cold, when it’s all gone
We stand still, even if we try to run
There’s nothing wrong
With being wrong for each other
We are in line, we are the trend
Brushed and forgotten in the end
Across the years we lost each other
Blinded by a softly souther
