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The snow is falling and I’m not calling because I gave up on you. You made me believe in things I couldn’t see and now I’m walking away, cause there is so many things I could say. I gave up on you. I gave you my all, the least you could do is return my calls. So I gave up you and I am walking away. Cause if I say all the things I could say it wouldn’t end well so I gave up on you cause I seems you did the same so long ago I gave up on you. Don’t come crawling back because of everything you did I gave up on you. You can’t say it wasn’t you it was me because I know that you weren’t for me. I trusted you with my whole life. And you walked away, I really thought you would stay.

I loved a man, but he slipped away, Tried to hold him, but he chose the grave. Left me standing, years turned to dust, Yet time still whispered, "You will meet again…" Through the endless dark and starless skies, I kept searching, tracing time… Six thousand years, I found him once more, A different name, yet the soul I swore. But his eyes don’t know, they don’t recall, "Til the echoes called, and he knew it all… Side by side, we built something new, Laughter rising where shadows grew. But the past awoke in a silent storm, And he turned to me with eyes so torn… "Go away," he said, through tears and rain, A shattered heart, a love in vain. But I saw the boy, lost in time, And still, he makes me cry…

[Verse 1] Neon lights they flicker low Asphalt streets in midnight glow Echoes bounce from wall to wall Urban jungle hear the call [Verse 2] Fast cars speeding feel the beat Concrete jungle hearts that meet Skyline high dreams in the fog Life's a hustle through the smog [Chorus] City nights electric vibe Dancing shadows come alive Music pulses in our veins Freedom flows like midnight trains [Verse 3] Graffiti art on every street Stories told in rhythm's heat Sidewalk poets rhyme and weave Truths that only they believe [Bridge] City whispers secrets kept Dreams in alleys where they're slept Broken promises and schemes Hopes that climb on broken beams [Chorus] City nights electric vibe Dancing shadows come alive Music pulses in our veins Freedom flows like midnight trains

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHH!!) (Ooohhh...) Idolizing shadows long after I"m gone Glory is a myth and I was never the one They miss every moment, ignore the sun Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speak, speak, speaking in... (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!) (AHHHHHHHHHH!!!) (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!)

(Verse 1) Aayi re aayi Holi, leke rangon ki jholi, Gulaal udaa, pichkari chalaa, bajaa dhol ki dholi! Bhaang ka nasha, mast hawa, Sabke chehre pe hai masti chhayi! (Chorus) Rang barse re, mastiyon ke sang, Nach le, gaa le, Holi ke rang! Balam pichkari, bhige saari duniya, Aaj na roke koi apni khushiyaan! Ha apni khushiyann.. Holi ki khushiyan (Verse 2) Galiyon mein bajti hai dhol ki taan, Mit jaaye aaj sab gile shikve purane, Lal, peela, neela, hara, Rangon se saj gaye saare zamaane! (Bridge) Bhai chara ho, dosti nibhaaye, Holi ka tyohaar sabko milaye, Gulal lagaake, gale mil jaaye, Dukh aur dushmani sab bhool jaaye! (Chorus Repeat) Rang barse re, mastiyon ke sang, Nach le, gaa le, Holi ke rang! Balam pichkari, bhige saari duniya, Aaj na roke koi apni khushiyaan! Holi ki khushiyann Ha Holi ki khushiyann....

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in Pain...

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in Pain...

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!) Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in Pain...

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)

Always misread, they"ll never truly know me Til I"m dead, they"ll never truly love me Masterpieces wasting until someone says they"re holy Fame posthumous, carved in stone Echoes of meaning I once called my own You skim through the lines but don"t hear what I say I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain I guess silence is the price when you"re speaking in pain (AHHHHHHHHH!!!)