Letra Dead Season de Idealism

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Idealism


Dead Season
Idealism
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All alone he could see, he could feel
The world turns against him, hes trying to understand
Shadows of the night, Stars looking at my face
Hes waiting for the morning, the pale light of the dawn
Hes feeling tired darkness flows inside

He wants to blame fate, he wants to blame life
Another fool sacrifice
The tears in his eyes, the blood on his hands
His crying out for that crime


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