It's a bit of a pain
to be where I am
It's
Jennifer, your red hair's burning
Yellow jokes come out of your
Me lack space in the spirit
The weakday is five stories
Are we supposed to be or not to be?
said the
Apart from all the bad times you gave me
I always
Awake! Awake!Nocturnal howlsI raise my swordAwake! Awake!Hear me nowAll come
My soul needs no mateFate seems to be a puzzleWhen
You can still change your fateAnd return from where are
Me lack space in the spiritThe weakday is five stories
The cry of the stone idolsTears the old wounds openLong
You rush through life with a speed of lightYou don't
We're watching you fallingLower and lowerCrying at your grave we'd
The scars have marked all my lifeLong thorns stuck in
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