Saison 2 - 5V06
Halloween CD: Epperley
Jouée par Epperley
Cette musique est jouée au Bronze pendant qu'Angel attend Buffy.
Elle est aussi jouée pendant la conversion entre Angel et Cordelia.
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I don't say much but I, but I like to sing Won't tell you what I'm thinking Just have to wait and sing I have no skin left on my, on my fingertips But still my heart pours out, out from my lips Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the things you want to hear I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I keep to myself to defend Yeah I'm alright Oh now don't want to fight I'm an angel burning out Oh now |
Well I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the things you want to hear I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I keep to myself to defend Yeah, I'm all right Oh now don't want to fight I'm an angel burning out Oh now I'm mute, I'm mute I'm mute, I'm mute Yeah, I'm mute, I'm mute Yeah, I'm shameful as I'm shameless I'm shamefull as an angel that's burned I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I say the same things that you say I'm mute, but I'm not quite mute And I guess I'm born that way |
CD: Maybe it's Me
Jouée par Treble Charger
128Kbit/s, 44100Hz, Stéréo, Zip de 3 115 000 Octets
Cette musique est jouée lorsque Willow jette son costume de fantôme et passe devant Oz (qui est dans sa camionnette).
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You got the best of me And, gee, you took so long The things you put me through Seemed to be so wrong You took your pride, cause Bobby loves you You said you tried, but you can't prove it I close my eyes I don't want to find out how she died It's foolish pride You can't expect to turn our way at night You've seen the last of me Don't have to take my hand You shouldn't try so hard, so hard to understand I see the end just waiting for me No time to spend, to doubt a moment |
I close my eyes I don't want to find out how she died It's foolish pride You can't expect to turn our way at night I can't stand, you agonize I wouldn't mind to apologize Far beyond your sense of play It's anywhere and everywhere I close my eyes I don't want to find out how she died You can't expect to turn our way at night I close my eyes I don't want to find out how she died You can't expect to turn our way at night |