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Through telephone calls,
Hysterical tears,
Flowing voice.
Cold blade will stop
Straight line blade.
And you and I will not be among the poor.
Suicide becomes
A major hit of autumn dramas.
Rain leaves the bed.
Subside sounds, sounds subside, subside sounds.
In the sad revelations of the lips,
Looking for an answer, burning,
Stiffen the time.
Final heart rattle
Give you more aware of
Than all the words that we said in September.
Suicide becomes
A major hit of autumn dramas.
Rain leaves the bed.
Subside sounds, sounds subside, subside sounds.
Anyone in the world bigger than themselves
Do not love anymore. Closing your eyes,
First pray, then sin
Like the gods.
Music of Broken Hearts fall
I have her crying, I did cry, I did cry.
We kill those who dorozhim
We kill those who dorozhim
We kill those who dorozhim
We kill those who dorozhim
We will kill all who dorozhim
We will kill all who dorozhim
We will kill all who dorozhim
Suicide becomes.
Rain leaves the bed.
Suicide becomes
A major hit of autumn dramas.
Rain leaves the bed.
Subside sounds, sounds subside, subside sounds
We will kill all who dorozhim
Suicide becomes.
Rain leaves the bed.
Suicide becomes
A major hit of autumn dramas.
Rain leaves the bed.
Subside sounds, sounds subside, subside sounds
Annons