Letra de Black Den
Premonitions Of War
Black Den
Premonitions Of War
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Premonitions Of War
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Sinking into a routine heaven and scorching out the wires that have wound us
Up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt
Up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street
Up for years. Scraping the sin away from the windows and pushing the guilt
Up to the roof. Dragging the dead weight into the street
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