Art Schop - The Decision | Текст песни

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so, come, don't come . you won't be missed . you think I'll sink without you alone, I wash my hands . in winter glaze . the years asunder . for all the nights when I mis-stepped . as mothers wept for my invention . for all the days I wasted; gone, into oblivion . so, come, don't come . you won't be missed

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