In Black & White - Live in Oulu Lyrics
| Song | In Black & White - Live in Oulu |
| Artist | Sonata Arctica |
| Album | Live in Finland |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Sonata Arctica - In Black And White | |
| 选自专辑 Unia | |
| i'm a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart | |
| an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, | |
| white feather in the tar | |
| a tearstream on your frozen face | |
| a life - in black and white | |
| you slaughtered my soul again | |
| tried my best to be worth your two realities | |
| you're breaking my heart again | |
| to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell | |
| stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind | |
| now i will hit you where it hurts | |
| take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
| that you're worth fighting for | |
| winning or losing, alone | |
| i am only a pawn | |
| i'm tired of pleasing you | |
| discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme | |
| i delayed my dreams to see | |
| who blinded your eyes from things that are real | |
| for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet | |
| dying fountains full of stories untold | |
| after a history of losses attained | |
| the victory where it occured | |
| lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words | |
| dying in the seas of sin, | |
| without knowing where lies the bottom | |
| scandal born, new race | |
| idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul | |
| sabatoge or a fatal mistake? | |
| unauthorised use, not stealing? | |
| we've no rights, just passion and rage | |
| music... | |
| people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
| stand on a chair and scream as tables turn | |
| take a bow, take the blame, soon you'll wake up screaming | |
| your nightmare's name | |
| music... | |
| now i will hit you where it hurts | |
| take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
| that you're worth fighting for | |
| winning and losing, alone | |
| i am only a pawn | |
| people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
| stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn | |
| always a minute too late, now feel the burn | |
| wake up, friend, you're screaming the name of the | |
| doorman on my death row, you faceless foe of the heart | |
| an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow | |
| white feather in the tar | |
| tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you | |
| wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of grey | |
| you'll see | |
| your dreams in black and white | |
| nightmares in black and white | |
| sweet dreams in black and white | |
| your life is black and white |
| Sonata Arctica In Black And White | |
| xuan zi zhuan ji Unia | |
| i' m a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart | |
| an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, | |
| white feather in the tar | |
| a tearstream on your frozen face | |
| a life in black and white | |
| you slaughtered my soul again | |
| tried my best to be worth your two realities | |
| you' re breaking my heart again | |
| to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell | |
| stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind | |
| now i will hit you where it hurts | |
| take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
| that you' re worth fighting for | |
| winning or losing, alone | |
| i am only a pawn | |
| i' m tired of pleasing you | |
| discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme | |
| i delayed my dreams to see | |
| who blinded your eyes from things that are real | |
| for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet | |
| dying fountains full of stories untold | |
| after a history of losses attained | |
| the victory where it occured | |
| lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words | |
| dying in the seas of sin, | |
| without knowing where lies the bottom | |
| scandal born, new race | |
| idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul | |
| sabatoge or a fatal mistake? | |
| unauthorised use, not stealing? | |
| we' ve no rights, just passion and rage | |
| music... | |
| people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
| stand on a chair and scream as tables turn | |
| take a bow, take the blame, soon you' ll wake up screaming | |
| your nightmare' s name | |
| music... | |
| now i will hit you where it hurts | |
| take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
| that you' re worth fighting for | |
| winning and losing, alone | |
| i am only a pawn | |
| people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
| stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn | |
| always a minute too late, now feel the burn | |
| wake up, friend, you' re screaming the name of the | |
| doorman on my death row, you faceless foe of the heart | |
| an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow | |
| white feather in the tar | |
| tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you | |
| wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of grey | |
| you' ll see | |
| your dreams in black and white | |
| nightmares in black and white | |
| sweet dreams in black and white | |
| your life is black and white |
| Sonata Arctica In Black And White | |
| xuǎn zì zhuān jí Unia | |
| i' m a doorman at my death row, you faceless foe of heart | |
| an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow, | |
| white feather in the tar | |
| a tearstream on your frozen face | |
| a life in black and white | |
| you slaughtered my soul again | |
| tried my best to be worth your two realities | |
| you' re breaking my heart again | |
| to squeeze out a rhyme, i bid you farewell | |
| stupidity, ignorance, leave a light on for the blind | |
| now i will hit you where it hurts | |
| take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
| that you' re worth fighting for | |
| winning or losing, alone | |
| i am only a pawn | |
| i' m tired of pleasing you | |
| discoloured this emptiness, wrapped in a scheme | |
| i delayed my dreams to see | |
| who blinded your eyes from things that are real | |
| for me, i believe in the taste of bitter sweet | |
| dying fountains full of stories untold | |
| after a history of losses attained | |
| the victory where it occured | |
| lips so cold, the final testing ground for beautiful words | |
| dying in the seas of sin, | |
| without knowing where lies the bottom | |
| scandal born, new race | |
| idle moments spawned you idle people, no morality, no soul | |
| sabatoge or a fatal mistake? | |
| unauthorised use, not stealing? | |
| we' ve no rights, just passion and rage | |
| music... | |
| people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
| stand on a chair and scream as tables turn | |
| take a bow, take the blame, soon you' ll wake up screaming | |
| your nightmare' s name | |
| music... | |
| now i will hit you where it hurts | |
| take what is rightfully mine, i need a sign | |
| that you' re worth fighting for | |
| winning and losing, alone | |
| i am only a pawn | |
| people you know, on your side, touching concern | |
| stand on a chair and scream as the tables turn | |
| always a minute too late, now feel the burn | |
| wake up, friend, you' re screaming the name of the | |
| doorman on my death row, you faceless foe of the heart | |
| an accent, a drop of darkest blood on snow | |
| white feather in the tar | |
| tearstains on my frozen face, follow the wicked trail if you | |
| wish you see the sum of all my fears in many shades of grey | |
| you' ll see | |
| your dreams in black and white | |
| nightmares in black and white | |
| sweet dreams in black and white | |
| your life is black and white |
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