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Oh, the skies tumbling from your eyes So sublime, the chase to end all time Seasons call and fall, from grace and uniform Anatomical and metaphysical Oh, the dye A blood red setting sun Rushing through my veins Burning up my skin I will survive, live and thrive Win this deadly game Love Crime, Love Crime I will survive, live and thrive I will survive, I will survive I will From Letras Mania