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| 2:24 |
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| 4:54 | 
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There at the borders
Cold and rigid guardians dressed of no life We run and run in circles Till the world stops spinning round (Run in circles, and the world as we know it, spins in silence) Till remaining breathless, panting Overwhelmed by laughter Starry skies of stains Ultimately sorry Uneducated random strokes of pain It's a chain going backwards through the veins Must sew up this wound and run away I can feel their strenght Through crooked-lightning desert pathways Run and run and run the pathways branching off through time Two lone-wolves shared the utmost silence of the time (run, run the pathways as you share the uttermost of silence) Trieste Italiana - Trieste Italiana |
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| 4:28 |
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Beating
Heart still beating for the cause Feeding Soul still feeding on the loss Aching Limbs are aching from the rush Fading You are fading from my sight Break of morning, coldness lingers on Shroud me into nightmares of the sun Moving I am moving closer to your side Luring You are luring me into the night Crying Who is crying for you here Dying I am dying fast inside your tears Plunging towards bereavement faster yet Clearing thoughts, my mind is set Devious movements in your eyes Moved me from relief Breath comes out white clouds with your lies And filters through me You're close to the final word You're staring right past me in dismay A liquid seeps from your chest And drains me away Mist ripples round your thin white neck And draws me a line Cold fingers mark this dying wreck This moment is mine Help me cure you Atone for all you've done Help me leave you As all the days are done Night falls again Taking what's left of me Slight twist, shivering corpse Ornated with water, fills the cracks Clasped in my limbs by tradition This is all you need |
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