Text písně This Final Charade: You're What The Spaniards Call 'El Terrible'

You're What The Spaniards Call 'El Terrible'


I Know where this path leads
It marks disaster

Too many times have I traded this road
Knowing what lays ahead
Lined with lies and deceit
And the souls of hopeless vicitims
The souls of hopeless victims

There has got to be more then the ordinary
Something inside to get us through the darkness
I promised I wouldn't fall x2
But it's so hard when you can't spread your wings

Everyday is a battle not to fall into hoplessness
But how can you stay so strong??
What fuels you to carry on while you harness your hope

There has got to be more then the ordinary
Something inside to get us through the darkness
I promised I wouldn't fall x2
But it's so hard when you can't spread your wings x4

I promised I wouldn't fall x4







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