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Night is long |
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Breathing in (it is gone) silence awaiting the Angels |
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Don't you sometimes feel like breaking the haloes |
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Hail to the faithful |
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In mourning yet still grateful |
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Like broken wings don't sleep light in the mud |
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Unwelcome sleep pulls from my chest |
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The white whirls and black shadows |
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Saliva forms the ring |
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Fire is strong |
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Lighting the candles (it is gone) that burn white a tingle |
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While every church is a cry deep in his marrow |
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Hail to the faithful |
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In mourning yet still grateful |
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Like broken wings don't sleep light in the mud |
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Unwelcome sleep pulls from my chest |
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The white whirls and black shadows |
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Saliva forms the ring |
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Haloes gone |
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Removing the laurels, replace the crust |
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Sing applauds embracing dust |
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Their voices covered in rather life, suppose |
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Air falls out |
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Air falls out |
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Follow down |
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Heart of stone |
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Pray for them |
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Saliva forms the ring |
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Breathing in silence awating the Angels |
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Don't you sometimes feel like breaking the haloes |
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Breaking the haloes... |