Stabbing Westward
Stabbing Westward - Can't Happen Here songtekst
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1000 voiceless faces were chasing me I ran through the air thick as glue >From a thousand fucking faces that all look like you Through night as black as hate my spirit fled Through branches filled with thorns my eyes bled and bled How could I ever hope to win this race When everytime I close my eyes I see your face It just can't happen here (repeat) *note: not full album (only a few songs