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Darkest Hour - These Fevered Times Darkest Hour - These Fevered Times |
Autor hudby: Darkest Hour | My heart's been racing wiht my mind to the finish line
Of these fevered times struck down again
This turbulence has overcome tranquility
Pounding the walls inside, these thought's I can't control
And shooting through my veins these heightened senses overwhelming
Confusion replaces clarity, a neurotic rearrangement
You know the feeling
When down feels up to its old tricks again so misleading
When it hits like a ton of bricks to the chest
Out of breath on the bathroom floor
And I'll make light of this night and night of this day
It's what I tell myself to sleep when I dream myself awake
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