The Last Dance - Nightmares Lyrics
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Nightmares
Nightmares Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Nightmares By The Last Dance?
We pretend to be afraid
Underneath our twilight Missing everything we were Missing something just like In the passing of our night Softly reaching out for A breath of silence within our pride Pretending just like Taken in Taken far away to be as we once were To be as we once believed in Not in words Not in fairytales Not in silence or in front of you With nightmares like these This bitter silence Be still my nightmare The moment passes by To look away To be like everyone Who feel and thinks they see To want to fall or be in sympathy This bitter silence taints my world Becomes my nightmares And moments passing by Not in words Not in fairytales Not in silence or in front of you With nightmares like these Within my heart In this moment I could scream From your whisper Im bleeding Into a dream To live for another day When it seems like we can't fall When it feels like we could live or die It's your heart in this moment Breathing into what I dream In my heart it is this feeling In my nightmares while I scream It's your heart in this moment Haunting into where I dream And in my heart it feels like nothing Broken slowly piece by piece |
Who Wrote Nightmares By The Last Dance?
Dana Mccleese, Samuel O. Jacobs, Samuel O. Jr. Jacobs
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What's The Duration Of The Nightmares By The Last Dance?The duration of Nightmares is 5:27 minutes and seconds. |
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