Tom: D
Introdução:
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Fig.2
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Fig.3
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I cut myself and still hurt
Grey pain still reminds
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There is no Kingdom, Power, Glory
For those who freeze their lives behind
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Following the wrong god I have been
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Lusting for knowledge of the cold
Fig.4
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- - - - At high noon and here
II gitara: -
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Fig.5
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Fig.6
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Fever, the nothern lights of soul
Keeps driving thoughts to the pole
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The fields of silence from my soul
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Chilled neon blood in my mouth
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The black clock makes tours of time
As I spend my days between the stations
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Fig.7
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- - - - At high noon and here
II gitara: -