Ohlsson
Paradoks
Teksty :

Esqarial - Toy Soldier

Wrong choice's been made

And I should have taken chance

Instead of being on both sides of the fence

When soaking wet I find the shelter from the rain

The victory's claimed but life is slowly draining away



Head or tails? Not a game

In this crowd you feel alone



Save your skin Pretend to win

World's just a stage that we act upon



Playing dead I cut thread

To keep me away from all the things you've said

A bigger part of wishbone's pulled

By those who always scream for more

After the whole damn trip I've drowned almost reaching the shore



Vengeance

Tastes better when served cold



Lunatic Lie in ambush

God knows I must get even with you



Fed with the promises

Honour and pride

This is your big chance my little boy

Now everything's painted black

Fetters are broken

One word never spoken

That old dog can only bark



Head or tails? Not a game

In this crowd you feel alone



Save your skin Pretend to win

World's just a stage that we act upon



Courage Is what you're made of

Now I'm weak and feel betrayed



Stabbed in the back

Toy soldier who's always been a cannon-fodder
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