Welcome to the Black Parade
de Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
Sheets of empty canvas
Under sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
Her all five horizons
Revolved around the side
As the earth to the Sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she was
And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
Oh, I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Ooh, and twisted thoughts that spin 'round my head
I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning, how quick the Sun can drop away
And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures have all been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All that I'll be
All I'll be
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky
Why? Why? Why can't it be?
Can't it be mine?
Mine
Más canciones de Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
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Oops!... I Did It Again
Swipe Right For Vintage
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Mad World
Top Hat On Fleek
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Mad World
The Essentials III
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Fireflies
Fireflies
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Creep
Emoji Antique
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Habits
Selfies on Kodachrome
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Thrift Shop
Twist Is The New Twerk
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Seven Nation Army
Swipe Right For Vintage
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We Can't Stop
Twist Is The New Twerk
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Where Or When
Where Or When
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All The Small Things
Fake Blues
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STAY
OldieFans
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Life on Mars?
Blue Mirror
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Lovefool
Swipe Right For Vintage
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All About That Bass
Historical Misappropriation
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Like A Prayer
Clubbin' With Grandpa
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Flowers
The Fourth Tuning
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Talk Dirty
Clubbin' With Grandpa
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Stay With Me
Historical Misappropriation
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Chandelier
Clubbin' With Grandpa