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Tone Of The GloomEach of your steps brings the end nearer Burning eyes, hot lips, face is a picture, your dreams belong to the past and the same again - dipping tired pale expression in the nightmare of the daily routine You don't enjoy a rising day thus you look forward to the night And again great pains were taken in vain Made your touch send a chill down my spine, made your words send a chill down my spine You mark the days off in a calendar screaming loudly - I will change everything! |