Mad Season - Artificial Red [Above- 1995] | Текст песни

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• Artificial Red [Above- 1995]

Artificial red, smoke, poison consumed
In the house of ill repute

Is this the way I spend my days
In recovery of a fatal disease?

On a cloud of pink has to grey
And I'm alone again, yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave

Artificial Red, smoke, poison consumed
In the house of ill repute
Is this the place I search for love
When my need is within me, a gift from above?

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