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I ll be your distraction (2x)

There s a field nearby with words written in stone
My love will not die, please let it be known
This place is dead
It echos through town
There s isn t one voice I haven t heard a sound
The planes flew in, their bombs did too
The city fell flat, the fires they grew
When the smoke comes in it ll color this town
But I ll still have you, so I ll say it aloud!

I ll be your distraction (2x)

The friendship we made, is a waste of our time
There s no one left here, to show a future that s kind
It s a world of hate gone incredibally wrong
We cared too late, we just followed along
And the voice went down with the gun in their hand
Their weapon of choice, their knees in the sand
If that filed near by is still there to be used
Would you ever have known those words were for you

I ll be your distraction (8x)

I ll be, I ll be yours (x4)

Oh oh
Oooh
No no no

(Du weißt, dass es von jeder Geschichte immer zwei Versionen gibt)

Also, ich weiß nicht warum du wie eine Schlampe rumheulst
Du redest scheiße, wie eine Klatschtante
Warum schreibst du ein Lied über mich?
Wenn...

[Intro]
(Too much, never too much, never too much, never too much)
Uh, E.V.E y all
C mon c mon c mon
Keyshia
(A thousand kisses from you)
Let s go
(A thousand kisses from you)
C mon cmon
(never too...

There are wild and rocky hills on the coast of Donegal
And the fishermen are hearty, brave and free
and the big atlantic swell
is a thing they know right well
as they fight to make their living from the sea

Chorus:
With a pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
and our ships all gliding...

(*by DJ Lethal featuring Chester Bennington*)

There s no way to find out what s inside you
Until you fall into the hole
You dug for yourself while you slept here
Too young, too selfish, too cold
And when you find out what s been waiting
The moment you...

Twas down by the glenside, I met an old woman
She was picking young nettles and she scarce saw me coming
I listened awhile to the song she was humming
Glory O, Glory O, to the bold Fenian men

Tis fifty long years since I saw the moon beaming
On strong manly forms and...