jueves, 12 de diciembre de 2013



Disarm






Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to


Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you


Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn


I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes


And what I choose is my choice
What’s a boy supposed to do?


The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you


Disarm you with a smile
And leave you like they left me here


To wither in denial
The bitterness of one who’s left alone


Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn


I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes


And what I choose is my voice
What’s a boy supposed to do?


The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you



The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you


The killer in me is the killer in you
I send this smile over to you


The killer in me is the killer in you

I send this smile over to you


Emanuel "Disarm"





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