She played with me
On the dying day
On the dying day we flayed a town
She flayed with me
On the dying day
On the dying day we flayed a town
And we the lorry I till(??) we kept die it's done
As we much like soldiers up to heel (hell?)
This a dangers (?)
Will burning down a churches
Done all we know
As waiting for the end
And sights to go
Golden different days (Morning different lights?)
Like played on hoping for a lucky day
They wont be told they wasting people's time
Were fall to all to do with is this time
Now all things left
But shadows of our f-? l-?
Now all we know this waiting for the end
And signs to go
Morning different lights
For still we told this is not a lucky day
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