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Sick The Dogs

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A cold November morn Creeping after midnight We found our launching pad And set up before dawn I dove into the lake With death not my intention A cord cut short my fate Something went wrong And all the while I’m falling Don’t plan to hit the ground The freezing water hits me And I keep on going down Catching me with mad hands I crash into the earth And pass right through Emerging from the flesh Rising above, immortal There comes a blinding light A hundred miles wide It carves a passageway Waiting at the entrance An elf with almond eyes Stretching grey arms I float into the dark room Wired to the wall A second body for me That didn’t take the fall Inject it with my energy


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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