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PERFORMING ARTISTS
meija
meija
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dmitriy Shmakov
Dmitriy Shmakov
Songwriter
Svetlana Iordanskaia
Svetlana Iordanskaia
Songwriter
Vladimir Lyashkov
Vladimir Lyashkov
Songwriter

Lyrics

A room that is filled with pain instead of air
I pull the plug and let it all drain out
Nothing in here resembles my own patterns
Other than being all alone
In the whole world
I'm letting the rope ends slip right through my fingers
It held the parts from falling far apart
On my way in to hell I'd skipped the limbo
I shall be trialed on my way out
By someone I'd known
In a world where live our doubles
I am free to die
Fossilized in time
Troubled ease or easy trouble
Heads or tails or maybe life
They say it's just a ride
On this old merry-go-round
I'll get windburned as I cry
Awe-struck by lights of funeral pyres
Blinded by haloes
Rounds back we were through
But we're trapped here, me and you
Ever on the move
There we go, the hapless storytellers
Not that we know the end
To any of the parables we conjure on demand
Comfortably high on the salt rubbed in our sores
Death is all that's out there but the punchline we deserve
Not what we deserve
And all that's out there
Not what we deserve
On this old merry-go-round
I'll get windburned as I cry
Awe-struck by lights of funeral pyres
Blinded by haloes
Rounds back we were through
But we're trapped here, me and you
Ever on the move
A room that's filled with pain
I thought I could get away
Hit the road and paint the sky red
A room that's filled with pain
I thought I could get away
Hit the road and paint the sky red
On this old merry-go-round
I'll get windburned as I cry
Awe-struck by lights of funeral pyres
Blinded by haloes
Rounds back we were through
But we're trapped here, me and you
Ever on the move
Ever on the move
Written by: Dmitriy Shmakov, Svetlana Iordanskaia, Vladimir Lyashkov
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