Goya - The Sun | Текст песни

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The Sun burns out tonight
This is my last rite
We're not so different, but we're not the same
I am The Prowler, and you are the prey

The Sun burns in my eye
This is our last night
There's nothing here for me, there never was before
There's nothing here for evermore

The Sun burns out tonight
This is my last right
Sick of life, I turn to death
I watch you breathe your last breath

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