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So you're dead with me. Names carved in stone. Been here for so long. Our minds are getting old. The end is closing in. The end is closing in. |
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Death is a scent I'm feeling. Blood is the drug that gets me high. I've opened the door to your soul. Like a cut, with my eyes wide shut. |
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Now, we walk this trail. To where we will belong. Weak, frail and so pale. Still we're feeling strong. The end is closing in. The end is closing in. |
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Death is a scent I'm feeling. Blood is the drug that gets me high. I've opened the door to your soul. Like a cut, with my eyes wide shut. |
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Death is a scent I'm feeling. Blood is the drug that gets me high. I've opened the door to your soul. Like a cut, with my eyes wide shut. |
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I've opened the door to your soul. Like a cut, with my eyes wide shut. |
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With my eyes wide shut! |
