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standing over the edge I abandoned all hope
life with the world today struggle
own blood spill
beautiful spring evening, the smell of grass in Green
moonlight
in my head And legions of ghosts
street leading to hell
When madness kidnapped
use their writing, not no saving hand
At the end of the road waiting for the condemnation of Solitude
caught me in frantic pursuit
End
called life writing books
I give away a tear on the future of the lost
Wild whispers in my head I hear
demoting the song condemned
Month guided my perdition
never wake
leavin here in condemning
there are no longer return
Forces already in me I already feel very
, just go out
Paradise lost and the sun light
Yes, that's it ! This is going out ...
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