You think you were earning
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Burning the church of your god
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You were yearning
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Learning the birth of your dirt
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Did you think you earned it
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Burning your god
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That you thought messed up your life?
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You spill red
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On my cloudy carpet
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You think you were earning
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Burning the church of your god
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You were yearning
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Learning the birth of your dirt
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Did you think you earned it
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Burning your god
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That you thought messed up your life?
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You spill red
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On my cloudy carpet
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Your skin turns dust
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On my cloudy carpet
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You think
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You were earning
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Burning
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Your skin turns dust
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No more you were yearning
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Burning
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Burning
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Your skin turns dust
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Your skin turns to dust
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When holding it close to the sun
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And it burns the skin from you're your precious sun
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It burns the skin
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It burns the skin
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It burns the skin
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[Anneke van Giersbergen]
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Even The Spirits Are Afraid
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| The Gathering |
