Nights as cold as daggers Is tearing up the ground Devil’s punched a hole So you can only hear the sound Walls are closing in staring at the prey
We’re all just made of sin the light’s too far away
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Get’s you by the hand And ties you up in chains Takes your dream from your bed And the need for love remains
The gates are way too high Found out yesterday Rains washed the rivers dry Guess you’ll have to stay
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Well the trunks are made of glass And the trees are made of bone Someone’s in the tower on the broken telephone
If you make it past those dogs The kind that has no name I tell you on the outside it all looks the same
There’s nothing left to do Nothing left to say Staring at the middle in the middle of it... far away
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Compositor: George Marcus Foster (Marcus Foster) (PRS)Editor: Spirit B Unique Jv S.a.r.l.ECAD verificado obra #14177425 em 21/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM