ᵀʰᵉ ᴮᶤʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ ᴹᵃᶳᶳᵃᶜʳᵉ - Bυrɴ Awαy | Текст песни

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She's out of touch
He's out of time
They've always lived in the castle

The fading flower
The passing hours
They fall like sand through their fingers

There's a fire in the city of pictures
Leaving nothing but ashes below
It's only forever for a day
Tomorrow is burning away
Burn away

...The poisoned nights
And moving lights
They're inside out of their window...

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