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Manic Street Preachers( The Manics )
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The Sound Of Detachment
I'm holding a pistol against my head I gouged my eyeballs out again I am so pitiful and so pitiless But still enraptured by this emptiness By this emptiness
I feel as old as the Welsh hills that I love And yet as empty as the sky above I am as mournful as the stillness of the sea I am so full of sorrow, can something set me free?
I cannot separate anything anymore I have become something of a lost cause I've used all my words and metaphors Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I am all messed up like never before Like never before
I feel as old as the Welsh hills that I love And yet as empty as the sky above I am as mournful as the stillness of the sea I am so full of sorrow, can something set me free?
I feel as old as the Welsh hills that I love And yet as empty as the sky above I am as mournful as the stillness of the sea I am so full of sorrow, can something set me free?
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