And The Golden Choir - Another Half Life | Текст песни

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f you feel the starting cold breeze in your own sleeve
In your work weep, then I'll come back

If you fall asleep without things that shake your wings

Your repressed things, then I'm coming back drunk

If you stare at all of your years that your portrait
Saw without change then it's too late, it is done

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