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The pages is our pale Books are unwritten The house is fore sale It's warm in the blood Cold in the rain It's easy to stay But if you follow the void it will lead you the way Down the hillside to the cemetery To bury the past Down the hillside It's warm in the blood Cold in the rain It's easy to stay But if you follow the void it will lead you the way Down the hillside to the cemetery To bury the past Down the hillside Down the hillside to the cemetery To bury the past Down the hillside From Letras Mania