Published 16 χρόνια πριν in Electronic Pop


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										       No hope left to die
       these eyes curse the sky,
       No tear left to dry
       my mother's kiss goodbye.

       My life written in leaves
       and i see them burning.
       My heart inside those trees 
       and i can tell it's rotting.

       Oh,can you believer 
       find me a place to hide,
       my all is cold and bitter,
       my hate is left behind.

       This morning's pale touch
       when fire gives light
       in pain i find trust 
       that carries still life.

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