Zainichi! - Grasp Upon Thorns | Текст песни

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• Zainichi!
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Someday out of the autumn breeze,my eyes will be,blinded, blinded.selfless,empty,hollow,a million among one,will my eyes admit?whats with you,putting this hatred in me,please help me up.my eyes are sore,i'll need to stop,maybe.. its easier for you, for you.Someday out of the autumn breeze,my eyes will be,blinded, blinded.selfless,empty,hollow,and two among all,a million among one,will my eyes admit?Wait...please..

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