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Linda: Se on ruskea.
Nea: Paska!
L: Eiku puu.
N: Se on vihree!

I was blown away
What could I say
It all seemed to make sense.
You've taken away everything
And I can't deal with that.

I try to see the good in life.
But good things in life are hard to find.
I'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?

kertosäe:
(Well I'll try to do to it right this time around)
Let's start over,
Try to do it right this time around
It's not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

I've taken all I can take
And I cannot wait
We're wasting too much time
Being strong and holding on
Can't let it bring us down

My life with you means everything
So I won't give up that easily
I'll blow it away, blow it away
Can we make this something good?
Cause it's all misunderstood

kertosäe

We can't let this get away
Let it out, let it out
Don't get caught up in yourself
Let it out.

Let's start over
Well try to do to it right this time around
Its not over
Cause a part of me is dead and in the ground.
This love is killin me
But you're the only one
It's not over.

Lets start over
Its not over
This love is killin me
But you're the only one
It's not over

Plöö.

Gerard on vaikee

Mä piirrän.

Olen Elvis.

Hiukset värjätään taas ehkä tänään.

Hassu olo.

Huuaaahhh.
Väsyttää.

If we cut out the bed
Well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your mouth
The night I stuffed it all in
And you lied to the angels
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
Now clean up the mess

I lost my head
You couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watch you bite into the bottle
Watch me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed at you just on air
I had thought of those petals so perfectly pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they've been through

I lost my head
You couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
Whoa whoa

I told the angels
Can't stay in heaven
I asked the devil
If we cut out the bed well then we'd have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death

I lost my head
You couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn't come
This loss to my brain almost feels just like a gun