Apocalyptica - Repressed Lyrics
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Repressed
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What Are The Lyrics For Repressed By Apocalyptica?
I traveled the way that you showed me
Left all my sorrow behind I'm living with rules you once told me Expecting myself to be fine So why the f*ck am I lonely? There's no one inside I can call To give up the fight is a warning The one day to stand you will fall I left my sorrow behind Warning not to give up the fight Your words that gave me direction Helped me turn into what I thought I wanted Fists that gave me protection Helped me deal with you So for now our days are through Nothing left Nothing rests Nothing grasp You declared what your faith is But you still have the fear The way you've left your life open Will no bring your destiny here Do I continue my journey? Confusion is wrapped in my mind So when your gone with your martyr You can continue your lies Your words that gave me direction Helped me turn into what I thought I wanted Fists that gave me protection Helped me deal with you So for now our days are through I left my sorrow behind I left my sorrow behind Warning not to give up the fight Warning not to give up the fight You declared what your faith is But you still have the fear I will continue my journey I need your lies no more Your words that gave me direction Helped me turn into what I thought I wanted Fists that gave me protection Helped me deal with you So for now our days are through Nothing left Nothing rests Nothing grasp Never underrate the man With nothing left inside Never underrate the man With nothing left inside |
Who Wrote Repressed By Apocalyptica?
Max Cavalera, Eicca Toppinen, Matthew Tuck
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What's The Duration Of The Repressed By Apocalyptica?The duration of Repressed is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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