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Use my breath for every line you'll take, when you are lonely, words are holy
A deadly grip on lies, sing to these blood red skies, hail Mary, whisper softly
What you became
Some things never change and so we
A deadly grip on lies, sing to these blood red skies, hail Mary, whisper softly
What you became
Some things never change and so we
Annons