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I Am Not Lefthanded
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I Am Not Lefthanded - Dedicated
Dedicated
Tekst dodał(a): hydrapl
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Teledysk dodał(a): Lengyel
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When there are those puppets on the candlelight
And the southern wind blows cold
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
Well then I think I know, I'll sleep no more
A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
When there are those cups left on my table side
And the southern wind won't flow
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
Well then I think I know
Well then I know it's all about surprises
A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
Cause when I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
And the southern wind blows cold
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
Well then I think I know, I'll sleep no more
A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
When there are those cups left on my table side
And the southern wind won't flow
When I trace your footsteps leaving my bedside
Well then I think I know
Well then I know it's all about surprises
A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
A thousand houses in my head
Allow a similar confession to excuse the things I said
Cause when I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the morning
Faces that I dedicate to turn
When I speak to darkened halls, it echoes of the warning
Faces that I dedicate to turn, into the night
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