Bruise Pristine
The means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Cast a line with a velvet glove
Reading like an open book, in the hands of love
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Encore [echoed]
Means are right for taking, fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless, in the face of beauty
In this matrix, it's plain to see
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Yara..biricik
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Bu matriste,
Hersey acık
Ya sen ya ben
Yara,biricik,yüce
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Bu matriste,gayet acık görunuyor
Ya sen ya da ben