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Through the decadent streets |
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Some delicate fiends, float |
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From the shadows to the street light |
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Some faces of pale, unveil |
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So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands |
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And I take you and hold you hard |
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We reach the top of this dark, dark hill |
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And my heart rattles |
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Against my ribs |
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We reach the top of this dark, dark hill |
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And my heart rattles |
[02:04.30] |
Against my ribs |
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A misty path with frowning trees, whispering |
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They poke from view of an icy moon |
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And talks protrude |
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Of doom and gloom |
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So silent and still, I grab your scarlet hands |
[03:03.18] |
And I take you and hold you hard |
[03:17.67] |
We reach the top of this dark, dark hill |
[03:21.21] |
And my heart rattles |
[03:24.75] |
Against my ribs |
[03:36.37] |
We reach the top of this dark, dark hill |
[03:43.58] |
And my heart rattles |
[03:45.70] |
Against my ribs |