Текст и слова песни Inkcoma – Withered
I"m tired of my thoughts
Withered dreams in bloom
It"s not my fault
That we"ve become strangers
What"s left of us -
A black stain of sun
We are always silent
Ugly beauty of decay
It"s not my fault
That we"ve become strangers
What"s left of us -
A black stain of sun
Withered dreams in bloom
It"s not my fault
That we"ve become strangers
What"s left of us -
A black stain of sun
We are always silent
Ugly beauty of decay
It"s not my fault
That we"ve become strangers
What"s left of us -
A black stain of sun
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