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lyrics:
Call my name through skies I don't own
Leave the time from the cold its so old
Speak the side, rot it time, I don't owe
„Your the fire from their bones" said the grown
I don't find them wrong.
I define your cold.
Call the snake from the sky out of lone
Sleep the tide from the grown, in denial
Seek the truth, rot in time, I don't know
„Your time has become your own grail"
I don't find them wrong.
I define your cold.
"I define them wrong"
"I define your cold"

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