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And you arms is the only '
I know you change '
Your mind, your lovely eyes
They day I '
I turn the fairytale into shitty
Rising 'for the quicker 'this year
The heart don't suffer, I feel it right
Please let me go '.
Do you'
.All you consider is the time I lost
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'.life seems in a hole
'you know is something'
While you wallow my '
Bled, bled, bled, bled white
The cold distance lost your way
Long in the hours and will take me away
'.
I turn the fairytale into shitty
Rising 'for the quicker 'this year
The heart don't suffer, I feel it right
'when they know is something is my arms
'.
May be great, great
Bled, bled, bled, bled white
Is on the key of a thousand grims
And the sun call it from my side
There is a 'to the '
I don't have to watch you walk away from here
They use them all waiting
I turn the fairytale into shitty
Rising hope for the quicker 'this year
The heart don't suffer, I feel it right
Burning for the color yak, wait on this a 'in my arms ..myself
Made it, bled, bled, bled, bled white

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Bled White
Novembers Doom

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