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Texty: Soil. El Chupacabra. Broken Wings.

Come On

Here We Go

Finding New Ways To Spread My Wings
Let The Wind (?) again
Burning in Prez's desires
To faraway to take another step

No matter (?) a second
Melting all the mirrors
Breaking whats left
and do what is done is dead
No matter (?) is taken
Releasing all that matters
Prop me up
Drop me dead
So Let Me Stick with it

With Broken Wings I fly high
Can't reach out to the other side
What Broke Wings I fly high
Lets break this man

Running To Hide Myself
From the minds they say again
Ripping Out Of Myself
I gotta break this other way

Following it to the masters
Rising All that matters
Break it up and tell the lies
Till The Truth is dead
Breaking It To Myself
Releasing All That Stuff Now
Jev Up
Jev---- Up

Live Again through something bad
With Broken Wings I Fly High High

Cant reach out to the other other side
What Broken Wings I Fly High
Lets Break This Man

Fight to know that the wolves race
Making whats right seem alright
Small till the seek of nightlife
What my next tomorrow says
No Matter (?) is second

Melting All That Matters
Prop Me Up
Drop Me Dead
so let me stick with it

Following it to the masters
Rising All That Matters
Make It Up
Tell A Lie
till' the truth is dead

With Broken Wings I Fly high
Can't Reach Out To The Other Side
What broken wings I fly high
Lets break this man

Lets Break This (x3)Man
Of Broken Wings I Fly

Lets Break This(x3) Man
Of Broken Wings I Fly

Lets Break This (x2)
Of Broken WIngs I Fly

Prop Me Up Drop Me Dead

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