The Angels Of Light - Rose Of Los Angeles | Текст песни

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The rose of Los Angeles
Now wrapped within her wires
The rose of Los Angeles
Now breathing through her mask

The reasons long aborted
Inside her clouded glass
Her fingers soft but distorted
Now reaching for the past

Now gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

My children they are a treason
Take them from my fold
They hover now like three surgeons
To remove my slipping hold

Now gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone

So may you marry early
And may your lover die
Then may you find some other
And may she murder you

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