Catherine Corelli

Catherine Corelli - Sick lyrics

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Sick...

Sick...

Sick...

Sick...



What have I shown,

what have I done?

Coming undone,

staying alone.



Wiping the skin

till i'm getting thin.

The sickness grows thicker

and i'm not the winner.



(Don't argue!) We always have to pay...

(Don't argue!) We always have to pay...

(Get home to heaven) And if the price is to high

then we`ll suffer and something must die. 



(After all) There will come soft rains,

(After all) There will come new pains.

(And in the end) All the disasters stay

With the love to remain.



I've got nothing to do

but struggle through every day

and fight for a new.

I can't leave anything behind,

can't throw it away,

can't stop it, can't delay.



(Say...)



Sold out by god

I cannot be bought.

I've no right to rot

want it or not.



And I dunno why

There's no life in my eye.

The sickness comes nearer,

Yet i'm not the winner.



(Don't argue!) We always have to pay...

(Don't argue!) We always have to pay...

(Get home to heaven) And if the price is to high

then we`ll suffer and something must die. 



(After all) There will come soft rains,

(After all) There will come new pains.

(And in the end) All the disasters stay

With the love to remain.



I've got nothing to do

but struggle through every day

and fight for a new.

I can't leave anything behind,

can't throw it away,

can't stop it, can't delay.



Cannot erase...

can't be erased...

Cannot erase...

can't be erased...



Where the hell am I going tonight?

I'm the one you cannot scan because you're mortally blind.

Take me, hate me, but anyway you know you can't believe me,

Can't reshape the truth for you, can't make it a lie.



Who am I? 10.000 faces in a syllable.

What the f**k is different if it's no kinda miracle!?

Drastically sordid i'm much more thirsty than ever,

there's no comfort in anything that sounds like 'never say never'.



I've got nothing to do

but struggle through every day

and fight for a new.

I can't leave anything behind,

can't throw it away,

can't stop it, can't delay.



Sick!

I've gotta struggle through every day.

Sick!

I've gotta feeling i'm fading away.

Sick!

I've gotta struggle through every day.

Sick!

I've gotta feeling i'm fading away.



(tea cup falling)
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