Minor Birds - Prey | Текст песни

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• Minor Birds
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Eagles circle the sky
Over the peaks and pass
The world turns to stone
Trying to make this feeling last

Death waits on the surface

Life remains in the cracks
The sun burns our faces
The stones are cold on our back

Turning circles in our eyes
Trying to make this feeling last

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