Текст песни Tunnels - MS MR
                                                Tunnels, 
                                                when 
                                                lights 
                                                fade, 
                                                will 
                                                come 
                                                alive
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dodge 
                                                the 
                                                beasts, 
                                                evade 
                                                the 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Warm-bodied 
                                                machines 
                                                that 
                                                don′t 
                                                want 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                stay
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I'm 
                                                breaking 
                                                down 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Remember 
                                                to 
                                                forget 
                                                what 
                                                was 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Avoid 
                                                their 
                                                eyes, 
                                                get 
                                                lost 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                weight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Until 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                evaporates
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silence 
                                                in 
                                                motion 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                quiet 
                                                tread
 
                                    
                                
                                                Searching 
                                                for 
                                                links 
                                                that 
                                                don′t 
                                                lead 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                pulse, 
                                                it's 
                                                sink 
                                                or 
                                                swim
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I've 
                                                dug 
                                                myself 
                                                in 
                                                too 
                                                deep 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                creep 
                                                and 
                                                glide, 
                                                they 
                                                stand 
                                                forever 
                                                tall 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                ride
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brush 
                                                shoulders 
                                                with 
                                                walls, 
                                                underneath 
                                                them 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                fated 
                                                unease 
                                                and 
                                                half-hearted 
                                                cries
 
                                    
                                
                                                Tied 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                fate, 
                                                bound 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                lines
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                dip 
                                                and 
                                                left 
                                                in 
                                                unstable 
                                                air, 
                                                    a 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                gut
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lead 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                legs, 
                                                dust 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                tracks 
                                                still 
                                                choke 
                                                this 
                                                call
 
                                    
                                
                                                Silence 
                                                in 
                                                motion 
                                                on 
                                                this 
                                                quiet 
                                                tread
 
                                    
                                
                                                Searching 
                                                for 
                                                links 
                                                that 
                                                don′t 
                                                lead 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                pulse, 
                                                it′s 
                                                sink 
                                                or 
                                                swim
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I've 
                                                dug 
                                                myself 
                                                in 
                                                too 
                                                deep 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                creep 
                                                and 
                                                glide, 
                                                they 
                                                stand 
                                                forever 
                                                tall 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                ride
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brush 
                                                shoulders 
                                                with 
                                                walls, 
                                                underneath 
                                                them 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                these 
                                                voices, 
                                                they 
                                                hide 
                                                in 
                                                white 
                                                noise
 
                                    
                                
                                                I′m 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                person 
                                                    I 
                                                left 
                                                behind
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                slave 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                pulse, 
                                                it's 
                                                sink 
                                                or 
                                                swim
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I′ve 
                                                dug 
                                                myself 
                                                in 
                                                too 
                                                deep 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                creep 
                                                and 
                                                glide, 
                                                they 
                                                stand 
                                                forever 
                                                tall 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                ride
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brush 
                                                shoulders 
                                                with 
                                                walls, 
                                                underneath 
                                                them 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 All The Things Lost
2 Criminals
3 Painted
4 No Guilt in Pleasure
5 Wrong Victory
6 Tripolar
7 How Does It Feel
8 Tunnels
9 Leave Me Alone
10 Reckless
11 Cruel
12 Pieces
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