| Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors
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| «Why can’t you miss me?»
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| Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken
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| What does this mean in love or in peace?
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| With you lying next to me
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| So faithless serene
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| And she calls to him
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| Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
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| Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
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| Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
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| Let them cry out through your rusted scars
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| Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting
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| With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
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| Still scorned by his demon
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| Because he’s undone
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| Become the language of
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| Disaster and love, vengeance and dust
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| And she calls to him
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| Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
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| Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
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| Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
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| Let them cry out through your rusted scars
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| Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes
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| Of hurt and teardrop
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| As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds
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| Together again, her inside him
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| And she calls to him
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| Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
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| Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
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| Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
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| Let them cry out through your rusted scars |