Metallica Some Kind of Monster lyrics

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Chansons
1-	Frantic
2-	St. Anger
3-	Some Kind of Monster
4-	Dirty Window
5-	Invisible Kid
6-	My World
7-	Shoot Me Again
8-	Sweet Amber
9-	The Unnamed Feeling
10-	Purify
11-	All Witin My Hands
12-	Frantic
13-	St. Anger
14-	Some Kind of Monster
15-	Dirty Window
16-	Invisible Kid
17-	My World
18-	Shoot Me Again
19-	Sweet Amber
20-	The Unnamed Feeling
21-	Purify
22-	All Within My Hands

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CHANSON
Chanteur:		Metallica
Album:		St. Anger
Le nom de la chanson:		Some Kind of Monster
Info de chanson:		(8:26) Lyrics - Music: Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield, Bob Rock, Lars Ulrich
Lyrique:		These are the eyes that can't see me These are the hands that drop your trust These are the boots that kick you around This is the tongue that speaks on ths inside These are the ears that ring with hate This is the face that'll never change This is the fist that grinds you down This is the voice of silence no more These are the legs in circles run This is the beating you'll never know These are the lips that taste no freedom This is the feel that's not so safe This is the face that you'll never change This is the god that ain't so pure This is the god that is not pure This is the voice of silence no more We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster This monster lives This is the face that stones you cold This is the moment that needs to breathe These are the claws that scratch these wounds This is the pain that never leaves This is the tongue that whips you down This is the burden of every man These are the screams that pierce your skin This is the voice of silence no more This is the test of flesh and soul This is the trap that smells so good This is the flood that drains these eyes These are the looks that chill to the bone These are the fears that swing over head These are the weights that hold you down This is the end that will never end This is the voice of silence no more We the people Are we the people? Some kind of monster This monster lives This is the cloud that swallows trust This is the black that uncolors us This is the face that you hide from This is the mask that comes undone Ominous I'm in us

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