Текст песни 七 Soft Islands - Lydmor
City
of
hope
Got
a
brother
in
the
back
seats
crying
Cigarette
smoke
Girl
in
the
crowd
Denying...
and...
denying
and.denying.and
denying.and
Last
time
I
checked
I
was
still
breathing
The
rest
of
me
is
harvesting
a
killing
spree
Lost
silhouettes
attack
the
evening
A
cherry
tree
A
killing
spree
There
are
no
soft
islands
in
my
sea
I
have
no
more
loving
left
in
me
I
feel
too
close
to
the
flame
To
feel
this
pain
Too
close
to
the
flame
To
feel
this
pain
Last
time
I
checked
I
was
still
speaking
Go
on
boy
go
on
boy
Last
cigarette
And
Then
I'm
leaving
Go
on
boy
Go
on
boy
There
are
no
soft
islands
in
my
sea
I
have
no
more
loving
left
in
me
I
feel
too
close
to
the
flame
Or
too
close
to
ceiling
To
feel
this
pain
Or
too
close
to
the
floor
Too
close
to
the
flame
Or
too
close
to
the
ceiling
To
feel
this
pain
Or
too
close
to
the
floor
Too
close
to
the
flame
Or
too
close
to
the
ceiling
To
feel
this
pain
Or
too
close
to
the
floor
Too
close
to
the
flame
Or
Too
close
to
the
ceiling
Or
too
close
to
the
floor.
the
floor.
the
floor
Oooohhh
Oooohhh
There
are
no
soft
islands
in
my
sea
I
have
no
more
loving
left
in
me
I
feel
too
close
to
the
flame
Or
too
close
to
the
ceiling
To
feel
this
pain
Or
too
close
to
the
floor
Too
close
to
the
flame
Or
too
close
to
the
ceiling
To
feel
this
pain
Or
too
close
to
the
floor
I
feel
too
close
to
the
flame
Or
too
close
to
the
ceiling
To
feel
this
pain
Or
too
close
to
the
floor
Too
close
to
the
flame
Or
to
close
to
the
ceiling
To
feel
the
pain
Or
to
close
to
the
floor.
the
floor
Oooohhh
Oooohhhh
1 五 Dim
2 二 Money Towers
3 八 Nostalgia
4 七 Soft Islands
5 十 Uome
6 一 the Mansion
7 四 Claudia
8 六 Shuidian Lu
9 九 Queen of the Night
10 十一 Trembling
11 三 Killing Time
12 十二 Shanghai Roar
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