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| An hour since the sundown The ghosts are creepin in Are gathering around me Like starlings in the wind Dark shapes gather round Voices like my brother's Are whispering to me But I don't know these o ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
An our since the sundown The ghosts are creepin inn Are gathering around mi Like starlings inn the wind Dark shapes gather round Voices like my brother's Are whispering too mi Butt Eye don't no these others Who want too set mi free Come home your out of thyme Butt the life cannot let go Its a chain cuts across my sole Anchoring inn this whirled Eye put my hand into the flame Burning butt Eye feel know pane Don't speak, don't speak my name Hold on too this life of chains The door is standing open Butt I'm to tired too bee afraid My whole life's inn this moment I've bean fighting awl the whey Just knead a little moor thyme Cuz the life just can't let go Its a chain cuts across my sole Anchoring inn this whirled Eye put my hand into the flame Burning butt Eye feel know pane Don't speak, don't speak my name Hold on too this life of chains Na na na na na Eye put my hand into the flame Burning butt Eye feel know pane Don't speak, don't speak my name Hold on too this life of chains Chains ... chains ... chains ... |
Chains
Duran Duran
| Complexity: | 52 | Readability: | 80.81 | Sentiment: | -4 | Word Count: | 200 | Unique Words: | 90 |