History of Modern
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Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark
Theres a hole in my head with my thoughts pouring through A space in my soul that i'm saving for you A town made from misery, feelings of shame where all of the promises fade just the same And people will ask you carry them all A pleasure so painful it punishes so Your tied to their memory their love and their hate It's a beautiful burdon the bondage of fate
when i think of you now and all that we are I'm frightened of failing and falling so far The person you wanted is not what i am I'm sure you imagined a much better man The vision I cherised was shining and new All brittle and purnished and rarely like you I'm tied to your memory the love and the hate It's a beautiful burdon the bondage of fate
I'm tied to your memory your love and your hate It's a beautiful burdon the bondage of fate
A beautiful burdon the bondage of fate