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MANIC STREET PREACHERS >> Merchandise Links
MANIC STREET PREACHERS
(Words: Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music: James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore) Morning always seems too stale to justify Lament blossoms, hours minutes of our lives Broken thoughts run through your empty mind At least a beaten dog knows how to lie I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a, a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety Endless hours in bed, no peace, in this mind No one knows the hell where innocence dies Fragments crawling like cobwebs on stone Blows away the safety only a sleeping pill knows I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a, a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety I feel like I'm missing pieces of sleep A memory fades to a, a pale landscape You were an extinction, a desert heat A blind illness of my anxiety
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