PlayGround - Different Light | Текст песни

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Touch me now, let me feel the bitter chill of your hands,
Understand the holocaust in our caress.
In your eyes a branding iron glare line,
Seven under nine in the same game of chess.
And you must turn it around, turn it around.
Until you see the veil of meaning in a different light...
Separate the red from green.
Don't let it melt into grey,
Deny me the alternative of choice...
Shatter me, when i come in for shelter from the cold!
'Till your name is spoken in the broken voice.
And you must turn it around, turn it around,
Until you see...
Turn it around, turn it around,
Until you see the veil of meaning in a different light...

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