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"The Awakening"

Artísta: Civic

Ano: 2009

Gift

When I look into your eyes,

And see demons inside,

Feel their cold touch as they howl inside you.

Will you let them go?

Or will you let them growl?

I hope you never see the sky painted in red.

 

To…

You…

 

So take me back to a place called home,

It’s been too long and it’s getting old.

Since i missed your touch, i missed everything,

And i don’t want to miss a thing.

 

All the words that i said,

I meant every single one.

If you thought that for a second i would be done.

Let it fall away into memories.

After all these years these words are a gift to you.

 

To...

You…

 

So take me back to a place called home,

It’s been too long and it’s getting old.

Since i missed your touch, i missed everything,

And i don’t want to miss a thing.

 

A thing…

I don’t want to miss a thing…