Eleven Lights - You | Текст песни

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You

you're poisoned ghost
of bitter past
your blood is winy water

your tragic voice
grinds down my pulse
your kiss turns me devoted

in joy, in death, in summer

there's no escape, no chance to feel
we're captives of blind heaven

the restless pain, the hopeless film
your love seems like pure evil

in joy, in death, in summer

fair is foul, and foul is fair:
hover through the fog and filthy air.

you're poisoned ghost
of bitter past
we're captives of blind heaven

your tragic voice
grinds down my pulse
your love seems like pure evil

in joy, in death, in summer

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