Текст и слова песни This Empty Flow – Snow Blind
Angels of warmth
Ice cold inside
White of yours
Growing on me
The air is thin
I want to be gone
It is about
To slip from my hands
Ice cold inside
White of yours
Growing on me
The air is thin
I want to be gone
It is about
To slip from my hands
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