Текст песни Even After I Die - P.M. Dawn
                                                    A 
                                                question 
                                                mark's 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                question 
                                                mark
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                insecurities 
                                                connect 
                                                my 
                                                parts
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                you 
                                                are 
                                                me 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                    I 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                myself 
                                                'til 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                turns 
                                                blue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ask 
                                                me 
                                                if 
                                                my 
                                                feet 
                                                touch 
                                                the 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                drift 
                                                away 
                                                and 
                                                explore 
                                                the 
                                                profound
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                morph 
                                                to 
                                                satisfaction 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                trip
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                you... 
                                                isn't 
                                                it? 
                                                ...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Father 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                of 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please, 
                                                tell 
                                                me 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                think 
                                                of 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pressure 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                weight 
                                                comes 
                                                in 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                tide
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                tell 
                                                you 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                you 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                Someone 
                                                said 
                                                    a 
                                                silver 
                                                course 
                                                lands 
                                                my 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                question 
                                                marks 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                me 
                                                even 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                tired. 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                wanna 
                                                come 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                all 
                                                that 
                                                pains 
                                                me 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                own
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                thought 
                                                of 
                                                you 
                                                just 
                                                reeks 
                                                with 
                                                divinity
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                spark 
                                                by 
                                                my 
                                                heart 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                symbol 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                trinity
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                understand 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                stakes 
                                                are 
                                                high
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'd 
                                                really 
                                                like 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                what 
                                                I've 
                                                done 
                                                and 
                                                why
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                floating 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                sea 
                                                of 
                                                doubt 
                                                when 
                                                it 
                                                comes 
                                                to 
                                                that
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                seems 
                                                as 
                                                though 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                thoughts 
                                                are 
                                                now 
                                                acrobats
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                you, 
                                                now 
                                                that's 
                                                    a 
                                                thought 
                                                to 
                                                renege
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                thought 
                                                that 
                                                stops 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                get 
                                                big
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wonder 
                                                why 
                                                father. 
                                                why 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                it 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                Because 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                am? 
.                                                what 
                                                gives?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Alphabet 
                                                soup 
                                                brings 
                                                uncertain 
                                                t's
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                kiss 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                cheek 
                                                is 
                                                more 
                                                trouble 
                                                for 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                it 
                                                possible 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                might 
                                                decompose
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                reassemble 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                spark 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                rose
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                notice 
                                                that 
                                                oblivion 
                                                follows 
                                                me 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                ode 
                                                to 
                                                forgetful 
                                                mind 
                                                is 
                                                shot 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eternity 
                                                is 
                                                holding 
                                                    a 
                                                rubix 
                                                cube
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                everything 
                                                inside 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                nude
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                don't 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                sometimes 
                                                it's 
                                                wierd
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                barely 
                                                shakes 
                                                but 
                                                escalates 
                                                into 
                                                fear
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                so 
                                                distraught 
                                                that 
                                                it 
                                                now 
                                                makes 
                                                sense
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                perfect 
                                                pony. 
                                                but 
                                                you'll 
                                                only 
                                                get 
                                                    a 
                                                glimpse
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                someone 
                                                tried 
                                                to 
                                                hit 
                                                it 
                                                with 
                                                    a 
                                                stick 
                                                of 
                                                bamboo
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                wonder 
                                                wonder 
                                                wonder 
                                                wonder 
                                                who
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                grin 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                era 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                selfish 
                                                fades
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                looking 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                skies 
                                                through 
                                                    a 
                                                pair 
                                                of 
                                                dark 
                                                shades
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'm 
                                                buggin 
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                cause 
                                                it 
                                                makes 
                                                me 
                                                feel 
                                                good
 
                                    
                                
                                                There's 
                                                so 
                                                many 
                                                things 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                misunderstood
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                guess 
                                                I'll 
                                                never 
                                                know. 
                                                it'd 
                                                probably 
                                                cut 
                                                me 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                knife
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                swore 
                                                    I 
                                                spent 
                                                my 
                                                life 
                                                trying 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                christ-like
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                you 
                                                father 
                                                so 
                                                    I 
                                                can't 
                                                lie.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                I'll 
                                                still 
                                                be 
                                                scared 
                                                even 
                                                after 
                                                    I 
                                                die.
 
                                    
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