May be once
And we became alive They took the corner of your witches
Fed them all the same The maker of love for judgements three Hasn't yet appeared to me But then I never wanted more than fate
Chased you when you reached out Blades tore all I see
And when she's been forsaken, baby Sure it's all not on me
So it seems, and so it's came to be
Might be the voices frightened So it's got me The weaker of love for judgements three
Has finally passed indeed Empty, maybe for a day Chased you when he reached out And when she's been forsaked, baby
Flames tore all I see Sure it's all not on me Now they're thrown upon me Tore all my flesh away Real green should have been forsaken
Leave me for a day.
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