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When the call is ringing treat you really cool
For your life is at the end
And I feel you '
From the dust and dozen star like the trap of '
Perfectly shape, the black circle of the night it is
'with a different face
Wha goes round come around
With ever soul is like
Wanna trail, want the sheave
What a 'the all shaver the eharts
I make rules with s dozen stars
Like a'perfectly shakes
The grand circle of life we live
The pain return with a different face
Sleeping between my fingers 'now my own
Or you just get on'
One more year been punish for a crime we did not commit
This day is fill with disaster
And I fall between your eyes
Waste no time 'or you do 'to drive your self
You mean no 'of those around you
And well dance until the sun shines
That dug a life time to get you
Learning 'on you
My voice is like 'away
To show you '
What have you become, the piece of broken heart
Could let the 'so long
Dropping those..falling in '
'a dozen star lie a trouble 'perfectly shapes
The grand circles of life we life
The pain return of different dace

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The Grand Circle
Novembers Doom

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