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Impale direction in my mind Forfeit your love and make me blind Crush lingering enemies and you'll find All hatred is sold in due time You can't fake this... Decrepit fingers running through my hair Oh yeah... Oh yeah... What brings you here? Memories faded out too soon These echoes lost us in full bloom Traces of emptiness follow you It's all too much all too soon Decrepit fingers running through my hair Oh yeah... Oh yeah... What brings you here? You can't fake this... From Letras Mania