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The blood... |
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how it paints such a scene |
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foul routine pedigree |
| [00:43.23] |
mouth agape, stuttered hands attempt to flail |
| [00:48.60] |
and finally agree |
| [00:51.33] |
her heart ceases its rhythm |
| [00:56.08] |
somewhere trumpets decay |
| [01:00.34] |
in the front by the well wishing wishes that deny the stale smell in the bay |
| [01:08.24] |
there, no one cry |
| [01:13.59] |
place these over her eyes |
| [01:22.09] |
we are broke and alone |
| [01:26.39] |
we are broken alone |
| [01:35.11][02:33.81][04:10.20] |
She's inanimate |
| [01:36.86][02:37.29][04:12.02] |
bloodless elegance |
| [01:38.74][02:38.81][04:13.33] |
fatal fascination breeds a bloom of misery |
| [01:43.35][02:43.72][04:18.39] |
helpless hiding tongues |
| [01:45.65][02:45.78][04:20.62] |
bathed in revulsion |
| [01:47.02][02:47.97][04:22.39] |
her lies unfinished |
| [01:48.59][02:49.09][04:23.51] |
beauty wilting premature |
| [01:50.83][02:51.27][04:25.68] |
but we can't be too sure |
| [01:54.58][02:54.95][04:30.06] |
no you can't be too sure |
| [02:09.22] |
reserved, always playing the part |
| [02:15.77] |
of the boy left alone |
| [02:19.64] |
he proceeds to the road |
| [02:23.07] |
beyond the home he'd learn to call his own |
| [03:18.30][04:01.73] |
one life for another |
