Flowers are fed by the guilty sun
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guilty for keeping the life command
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winds groa to storms, storme bear further sons
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thia is my breed... thia is my cycle of need.
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If you pay for me - I cannot be.
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Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands
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nothing but a smalltalk with my death
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nothing but the pioneer who climbs the highest mountain to fall.
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And the course of the stream
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makes us to madman we've been
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awakes the psychopats who rests
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to watch the suffering process.
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You have not pleaded for me - now I'll be.
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Lost in you and nothing but peace in my hands
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nothing but a smalltalk with my death
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nothing but a pioneer who climbs the highest mountain just to fall...
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Peace In My Hands
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Dark Millenium |