Текст и слова песни Venerea – The Flame
This night came fast
Thought it never would
Thought you’d be the last
I could cling to
When things got hard
In true or false need
Tonight I got a fire
That I want you to feed
The more I drink
The more I burn
The waste of nuclear waste
We know but never learn
And your lips are bitter sweet
Like yesterday’s wine
Thought it never would
Thought you’d be the last
I could cling to
When things got hard
In true or false need
Tonight I got a fire
That I want you to feed
The more I drink
The more I burn
The waste of nuclear waste
We know but never learn
And your lips are bitter sweet
Like yesterday’s wine
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