Текст (слова) песни: Cold - Back Home

When she walks into the room
They look up to see her face
All the glitter falls on her
And the rooms her stage
Dont you think youve had enough
Do their claws make sores
Take my hand and come away
And ill take you home

I wont turn around, cant be afraid
Takin you all the way back home
Innocence gone, cant be the same
Takin you all the way back home

Will the world still be the same
Even if youre gone
When the pillars start to fade
And the rooms just walls
Dont you think youve had enough
Do their claws make sores
Take my hand and come away

Dont you think youve had enough
Whats the gun there for
Take my hand and fly away
And Ill take you home
Dont you think youve had enough
Whats the gun there for
Take my hand and come away
And Ill take you
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Another Pill
Anti Love Song
Anti-Love Song
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Black Sunday
Bleed
Change The World
Confession
Cure My Tragedy
Dont Belong
Don`t Belong
End Of The Wolrd
End Of The World
Everyone Dies
Feel It In Your Heart
Give
Go Away
Goodbye Cruel World
Happens All The Time
Insane
It`s All Good
Just Got Wicked
Kill The Music Industry
Lil` Bees / I Was Drunk Then
Makes Her Sick
No One
Ocean
Outer Space
Outerspace
Rain Song
Remedy
Sad Happy
Same Drug
Send In The Clowns
Serial Killer
She Said
Sick Of Man
Signature
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Strip Her Down
Stupid Girl
Suffocate
Superstar
Tell Me Why
The Day Seattle Died
The Switch
Ugly
Wasted Years
Whatever You Became
Whatever You Become
When Angels Fly Away
When Ice Burns
Witch