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Dying Days
(Ove Ritola) |
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A ripple in the water
Now bursts forth as a wave
My god, I can't control her
Nor can I myself
There must be a way
To break this chain of
Dying days and nights
The silence of the next room
A voice that she depraved
Of what once equaled us two
I've forgotten everything
There must be a way
To break this chain of
Dying days and nights |