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Monday 27 April 2009 photo 1/1
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you hear the sounds, they're carried out
there's no sympathy for the dead
it swells and I, was never the same
there's no sympathy for the dead
we dance like zombies do in the middle of the rain
we see the stones falling from the sky, on fire
the blinding light beaming from your eyes, our desire
life has died, yet we're still alive and down below
a sea of damned crashing like a tidal wave
You only think about yourself girl
At least I'm not the one who sells pleasure
You fucking whore
You touch my heart when you're feeling down
But when the night falls, when the night falls
you're seeking blood just to trap your lust
This will never be ignored
there's no sympathy for the dead
it swells and I, was never the same
there's no sympathy for the dead
we dance like zombies do in the middle of the rain
we see the stones falling from the sky, on fire
the blinding light beaming from your eyes, our desire
life has died, yet we're still alive and down below
a sea of damned crashing like a tidal wave
At least I'm not the one who sells pleasure
You fucking whore
You touch my heart when you're feeling down
But when the night falls, when the night falls
you're seeking blood just to trap your lust
This will never be ignored
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