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Don't Expect From World's EndBleak preachers finding you blissCould you measure your own grave? I will hear you out As far as meaning is concerned Early death surrounds us Countdown is your fantasy's need I've half a mind to give my last breath Carry me with your wings You don't want to see how empty your soul has become Maybe I can enchanted an evil song Where have you been all my life? For what reasons would you grant my wishes? |