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And we smiled as we betrayed ourselves,
And a clear sky is only a distant memory.
Our worst intentions carried away on the evening breathe.
Everything we lived for draws our final thought around our necks.
And a clear sky is only a distant memory.
Our worst intentions carried away on the evening breathe.
Everything we lived for draws our final thought around our necks.
Annons