Bullet for My Valentine - The End Lyrics

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The End

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What Are The Lyrics For The End By Bullet for My Valentine?
Your hair reminds me of a time when we once were
Your fingernails that marked my back now rot in earth The sheets we slept in blew away and now the storm is over The taste of you inside my mouth remains but still I'm hearing There's no love, everybody's crying There's no truth, everyone's misguiding And now the end is here! There's no more pills to swallow! The bitter taste I feel won't lead me to tomorrow! Your scent reminds me of a place I used to go The kisses placed upon my neck show signs ofâ?¦ no return! The bed we fucked in smells the same but now the stench is fading The taste of you inside my mouth remains but still I'm hearing There's no love, everybody's crying There's no truth, everyone's misguiding And now the end is here! There's no more pills to swallow! The bitter taste I feel won't lead me to tomorrow! Cries for anger! Lies for power! Fighting for nothing is what you were born for Cries for anger! Lies for power! Fighting for nothing is what you were born for Yeah! Cries for anger! Lies for power! Fighting for nothing is what you were born for Cries for anger! Lies for power! Fighting for nothing is what you were born for |
Who Wrote The End By Bullet for My Valentine?
Jason James, Matthew Tuck, Michael David Thomas, Michael Kieron Paget
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What's The Duration Of The The End By Bullet for My Valentine?The duration of The End is 6:56 minutes and seconds. |
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