Nightline
(Indisponível)
Shallow cries the strangers warn
Dont be trapped by the angry storm
Suitcase, suitcase fix my head
I buried my dreams before they were dead
And i,m on the nightline
Phantom pain can numb your life
Make you dazed before youre tied
Cinch coat, cinch coat only a few
Ever return after going through
Im on the nightline
Detached eyes thet reak with scorn
Stare into the poisoned sores
Footsteps, footsteps without any face
Footsteps, footsteps fading away
Im on the nightline
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