Текст песни The Diary - A.C.T
Use
my
grains
for
blending
voices
Bigs
among
his
birds
is
flying
All
of
this
was
quite
accepted
Now
their
skin
they
were
affected
Just
on
eleven
and
now
she's
going
on
twelve
No
one
can
see
She
must
be
one
in
hundred
millions
A
mind
so
tall
and
torned
and
wreckful
What
have
you
done
with
this
poor
girl
You
made
her
believe
that
nothing's
sacred
A
conscience
is
lost
Voices
tell
me
I
am
in
need
See
the
people
in
pain
into
bleed
For
nigh
a
trice
they
never
say
A
knife
can
kill
and
now
she
missed
it
Just
on
eleven
and
now
she's
going
on
twelve
No
one
can
see
She
must
be
one
in
hundred
millions
A
mind
so
tall
and
torned
and
wreckful
What
have
you
done
with
this
poor
girl
You
made
her
believe
that
nothing's
sacred
A
conscience
is
lost
1 Truth Is Pain
2 Puppeteers
3 This Wonderful World
4 Out of Ideas
5 Hope
6 Into the Unknown
7 No Longer Touching Ground
8 Useless Argument
9 The Voice Within
10 Call In Dead
11 Silent Screams
12 Introduction
13 The Millionaire
14 Joanna
15 A Father's Love
16 Memory to Fight
17 The Diary
18 A Wound That Won't Heal
19 The Final Silence
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