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When was he the suffering body that stole your breath away? |
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Approaching an eternity, the faith that's haunting me |
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The scorn of this delicate child runs thorns around your head |
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Sitting quietly I expect, anxious to what comes next |
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Secrets will be essential to our development |
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The view provided by the wounds, tempting the review |
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Are my eyes allowed to contain the ghost of appearance |
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Searing the visual of sight, still heavy on the night |
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The arrangements of shadows we see |
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Are symptoms of a differential shade |
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Secrets are essential to our past |
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for the apparitions that stay afraid |
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Creating a sense out of the nothingness |
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Burned by the haunting shelter of the wound |
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Music flows through the forgotten imagery |
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With moonlight, cold against a misty tomb |
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The arrangements of shadows we see |
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Are symptoms of a differential shade |
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Secrets are essential to our past |
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for the apparitions that stay afraid |
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Guitar Solos: Gregg/Rich |
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A child appears before the balance of death |
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An innocence that easily takes me |
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Blackness of the veins is suddenly spoken |
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By the stench of hell that comes from your screams |
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The arrangements of shadows we see |
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Are symptoms of a differential shade |
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Secrets are essential to our past |
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for the apparitions that stay afraid |
