The smell of dying shadows, letters filled with flaring words
Burnt to hell or ripped to pieces
All the dreams that drove you crazy, all the love that you could give
Thrown away and gone down the gutter
And you need a place to go and you need a place to rest
You need something to replace the black hole in your chest
Burnt to hell or ripped to pieces
All the dreams that drove you crazy, all the love that you could give
Thrown away and gone down the gutter
And you need a place to go and you need a place to rest
You need something to replace the black hole in your chest
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