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  • Текст песни 3 Days Grace - Chalk Outline

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    На этой странице находится текст песни 3 Days Grace - Chalk Outline, а также перевод песни и видео или клип.
    I've been cursed, I've been crossed
    I've been beaten by the ones that get me up
    I've been cut, I've been opened up
    I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved.

    You left me here like a chalk outline
    On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away.
    You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
    But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway.
    All you left behind is a chalk outline.

    I've been cold in the crypt
    But not as cold as words across your lips
    You'll be sorry, baby, someday
    When you'll reach across the bed where my body used to lay.

    You left me here like a chalk outline
    On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away.
    You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
    But the dead can't speak and there's nothing left to say anyway.
    All you left behind is a chalk outline.

    КОНТУР, НАРИСОВАННЫЙ МЕЛОМ

    Я был проклят и предан,
    Я был повержен теми, кто воодушевлял меня,
    Я был ранен, меня заставили открыться,
    Я был сломлен теми, кого, как я думал, я любил.

    Ты оставила меня подобно контуру, нарисованному мелом
    На тротуаре, ждать, пока его не смоет дождём.
    И ты постоянно возвращаешься к сцене преступления,
    Но мёртвые не говорят, да и всё равно, тут нечего сказать,
    Ведь всё, что ты оставила, лишь контур, нарисованный мелом

    Мне было холодно лежать в склепе,
    Но не так холодно, как от слов на твоих устах.
    Ты пожалеешь, малышка, однажды,
    Когда растянешься поперек кровати, где когда-то лежало мое тело

    Ты оставила меня, подобно контуру, нарисованному мелом
    На тротуаре, ждать, пока его не смоет дождём.
    И ты постоянно возвращаешься к сцене преступления,
    Но мёртвые не говорят, да и всё равно, тут нечего сказать,

    Ведь всё, что ты оставила, лишь контур, нарисованный мелом

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    Все тексты 3 Days Grace >>>

    I've been cursed, I've been crossed
    I've been beaten by the ones that get me up
    I've been cut, I've been opened up
    I've been shattered by the ones I thought I loved.

    You left me here like a chalk outline
    On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away.
    You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
    But the dead can not speak and there's nothing left to say anyway.
    All you left behind is a chalk outline.

    I've been cold in the crypt
    But not as cold as words across your lips
    You'll be sorry, baby, someday
    When you'll reach across the bed where my body used to lay.

    You left me here like a chalk outline
    On the sidewalk waiting for the rain to wash away.
    You keep coming back to the scene of the crime
    But the dead can not speak and there's nothing left to say anyway.
    All you left behind is a chalk outline.

    LOOP , chalked

    I was cursed and betrayed,
    I was defeated by those who inspired me ,
    I was wounded , I was forced open ,
    I was crushed by those who , as I thought I loved.

    You left me like a contour drawn in chalk
    On the sidewalk , waiting until it will not wash away in the rain.
    And you're constantly coming back to the scene of the crime ,
    But the dead do not speak , and still , there is nothing to say
    For all that you have left , only the contour drawn in chalk

    I was cold lying in the tomb ,
    But not as cold as from the words on your lips .
    You'll be sorry , baby , one day,
    When rastyanesh across the bed, where once lay my body

    You left me like a contour drawn in chalk
    On the sidewalk , waiting until it will not wash away in the rain.
    And you're constantly coming back to the scene of the crime ,
    But the dead do not speak , and still , there is nothing to say

    For all that you have left , only the contour drawn in chalk

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