Sunday Driver - Mechanical Angel | Текст песни

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• Sunday Driver
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Some people bottle their lives
Whisper their words
Sharpening their knifes

In sorrow bound by her keep
Feeling my way
Who is ever really free?

One word, so clear
Now it's all that I want to hear
Come show your face,
Oh mechanical angel

Inside this wearing machine,
Ten thousand lies

And nothing to been seen
Cold hands are turning the wheel
Spin me a name
All I ever really feel

One voice, so clear
Now it's all that I want to hear
Come show your face,
Oh mechanical angel

One word, one voice
So clear
Now it's all that I want to hear
Come show your face,
My invisible angel

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