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Vertimas: Nine Inch Nails. Gone, Still.
: She shines In a world of ugliness She matters When everything is meaningless Fragile She doesn't see her beauty She tries to get away Sometimes It
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: I still recall the taste of your tears Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ears My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore Scraping
: Breeze still carries the sound Maybe I'll disappear Tracks will fade in the snow You won't find me here Ice is starting to form Ending what had begun
listen to the words he'd say But in his voice I heard decay The plastic face forced to portray All the insides left cold and gray There is a place that still
: I beat my machine it's a part of me it's inside of me I'm stuck in this dream it's changing me I am becoming The me that you know he had some second
Breeze still carries the sound Maybe I'll disappear Tracks will fade in the snow You won't find me here Ice is starting to form Ending what had begun
