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COLD
Black Sunday
I can't breath at all
It hurts to think
That a sound could heal my wounds
Feeling I've been betrayed
Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts
I can't sleep at all
Now you're gone away
I can't fake this anymore
Guess I could blame it all
On god's game
Or explain what my life's for
[chorus]
Caught in a winters rain
I can't remember a word you said
Take away my fear please hold on to me
I'm falling
Falling
I will trade it all
For another day
Just to feel you and your warmth
But even pictures fade
Black sunday still burns you in my thoughts
I can't see at all
Did you fly away
Did the stars shine bright for you
Guess I could blame it all
On god's game
It was fate that carried you
[chorus]
You always take away
Take away
Take away
[chorus] x2
And I'm falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
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