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Their whispers become like cries tears fall from blinded eyes ninty nine have burned as embers ninty nine have lost their lives tired arms now fight for life amidst the crashing waves they're drowning will you hold me until mornings light and i'll tell you what its like to die tonight, its too late to cry now she sees her face and screams was once so beautiful now kissed by flames and showered with glass so beautiful, yet so cruel the way love tends to be her beauty so cruel the way love tends to be |
