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INGLÊS: :: PORTUGUÊS: Bullet Train (Tipton / Downing) Sunrise showing every flaw Paying for the night before Dark eyes, scanning every vein Exploding - cannot stand the strain With each new mile - They death defy me Standing on trial - Scrutinize me And questionize my Strong denial Bullet bullet train Piercing through my brain Windows illuminating stains Breakdown closing in again Freefall as I close my eyes Voices talking many lies Changing my course - Blurred and scorched Breathing exhaust - As we distort By gravity Of such G-force Bullet bullet train Piercing through my brain Breakdown close my eyes Voices talking many lies Stained glass bursting in Shattering my world again Freefall but never can Ever reach the ground again Dark eyes scanning in Feel my mind explode within Wanting much more - I implore you Near to death's door - To ignore The screams of all Who fall before Bullet bullet train Piercing through my brain Bullet The Green Manalishi (With The Two-Pronged Crown) ('98 Version) (P.Green) Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks And the night is so black that the darkness cooks And you come creeping around, making me do things I don't want to do Can't believe that she needs my love so bad Come sneaking around, trying to drive me mad Busting in all my dreams, making me see things I don't want to see 'Cause you're the Green Manalishi with the two-pronged crown All night dragging us up, or you're bringing us down Just taking my love, and slip away Leaving me here, trying to keep from following you Rapid Fire ('98 Version) (Tipton / Halford / Downing) Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Hammering anvils straining muscle and might Shattering blows crashing browbeating fright Fast devastating and desolisating the curse Blasting the cannons of truth through each man of this earth Wielding the axe comes the one culmination That's always seemed certain to bring down the curtain on greed Sifting the good from the bad it's the age for the rage Of the dogs which must fall to the just and be free Now grate for the vandals who trampled and sampled Till this place conditioned brought forth demolition to war The slipping and sliding corrosive subsiding That withered and wained till the world seemed all drained fills the bay Pounding the world like a battering ram Forging the furnace for the final grand slam Chopping away at the source soon the course will be done Leaving a trail of destruction that's second to none Second to none |
