Crusades - Driven | Текст песни

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• Crusades
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While never truly close, we were hardly very far
Adjacent lovely coffins, only moments in the car
But disease came cloaked in beauty, any weakness it would find
Its wiles, words and symbols slowly crept into your mind

And just where were you driving that night?
And who was there beside you as you drove?
And how could you have been driven to that point?
The truth of that last drive we’ll never know

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