Faunts
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Like sinking ships drowning in the nightThere's nothing wrong with you, then nothing's rightCasting baggage, throw it overboardThough with nothing left you still fall on your swordDoes it hurt?Line you up, blindfolded against the wallThis will be the last time that you feel the fallGodspeed with you, may he have mercy on usThe crowd has come to thirstBut before these heads roll, I guess mine comes firstAnd it's hard to tell what takes me awayAnd I know for years I've lived ashamedAnd I think about the wasted yearsAs I fall into myselfAnd it's hard to tell what takes me awayBut I know for years I've lived ashamedAnd I think about the wasted yearsAs I fall into myselfAs I fall into myself
From Letras Mania