Take me to my wholesome dreamWhere I'm light as a
Holy spirits of the oldShed yourselves of pride and goldTake
Dress up for the occasionThe armor's down a waysLovers split
I can feel the sorrow in this roomI know behind
On the table lays the vase that fell to breakA
The darkness warms my heartMakes the rush inside startWarm feel
Boredom stuck of yesterday's sorrowFeeling the burn of tomorrow's sunDeath
A no one's man I amLeft the garbage in my
I can smell your scent across the roomMakes every old
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