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Shy How she died


Shy
Epperley. ( Visitez leur site )
On entend cette musique pendant qu'Angel attend Buffy au Bronze et discute avec Cordelia .


I don't say much but I, but I like to sing
Won't tell you what I'm thinking
Just have to wait and sing
I have no skin left on my, on my fingertips
But still my heart pours out, out from my lips

Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute
And I say the things you want to hear
I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute
And I keep to myself to defend
Yeah I'm alright
Oh now don't want to fight
I'm an angel burning out
Oh now


Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute
And I say the things you want to hear
I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute
And I keep to myself to defend
Yeah, I'm all right
Oh now don't want to fight
I'm an angel burning out
Oh now

I'm mute, I'm mute
I'm mute, I'm mute
Yeah, I'm mute, I'm mute
Yeah, I'm shameful as I'm shameless
I'm shamefull as an angel that's burned
I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute
And I say the same things that you say
I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute
And I guess I'm born that way


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How She Died
Treble Charger . ( Visitez leur site )
Cette musique passe quand Oz appercoit Willow déguisée en fantôme, passer devant sa camionette.

You got the best of me
And, gee, you took so long
The things you put me through
Seemed to be so wrong
You took your pride, cause Bobby loves you
You said you tried, but you can't prove it
I close my eyes
I don't want to find out how she died
It's foolish pride
You can't expect to turn our way at night

You've seen the last of me
Don't have to take my hand
You shouldn't try so hard, so hard to understand
I see the end just waiting for me
No time to spend, to doubt a moment


I close my eyes
I don't want to find out how she died
It's foolish pride
You can't expect to turn our way at night
I can't stand, you agonize
I wouldn't mind to apologize
Far beyond your sense of play
It's anywhere and everywhere

I close my eyes
I don't want to find out how she died
You can't expect to turn our way at night

I close my eyes
I don't want to find out how she died
You can't expect to turn our way at night


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