the autumn in your eyes
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the salty dark within your veins
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we walk the streets at night
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a searing spark inside our cage
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your light it burns so painful
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turn around and burn me painful
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no light can release my pain
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not a young god
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I spit in the eyes of the marching sane
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and in the young ones
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and the world will turn in vein
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the autumn in your smile
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don't dare to walk another way
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and when there's no behind... don't look back!
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we praise the dawning day
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your light it burns so painful
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turn around and burn me painful
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no light can release my pain...
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no light can release my pain
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not a young god
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a tiptoeing knife in the back they reign
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all the young ones
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no light can release my pain...
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The Marching Sane
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| Flowing Tears |
