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I walk to pictures and I take the shotwe are not, we are notout the window and over the mapit is black, it is blackit's all over me, beyond what you seecheck her eyes on the night that you lieamazed at the carepure violencecross the face of burning daydrag the night to reaking wavepure violencewe can hope for nothing moretrash alone the wild hourmake light of youfalls down to mecross the face of burning daydrag the night to breaking wavein the glowing light of our tragedywe will sing, we will singall the same in splendor and calmwe are gone, we are goneit's your hand in thisso far away from the imageof what we know to be goodunderstood understood From Letras Mania