paroles de chanson Last Dance - Lupe
Trying
to
make
the
things
as
they
were
before
Feeling
off
the
ground
and
seeking
cold
I'll
embrace
the
things
I
used
to
own
Fighting
for
the
freedom
of
my
soul
But
we
burn
out
those
days
Kneeling
in
front
of
haze
Mother
please
take
me
home
Mother
come
rest
my
soul
Mama
oh
Making
of
our
things
before
they
rot
Fighting
for
the
freedom
of
your
soul
Making
of
our
things
before
they
rot
Lending
of
your
lover
Fading
in
the
shadow
Making
every
moment
fake
and
cold
My
darkening
of
love
Craving
your
lust
Melting
of
our
lonely
path
Love
will
tear
us
all
apart
Lend
your
icy
tide
Lend
me
your
weary
tide
Lend
me
your
last
dance
For
love
we
hate
1 The Corridor
2 Eyes Cold
3 Long Train
4 Yet
5 Torment
6 Mind Interval
7 The Crown
8 Last Dance
9 Dark Room
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