Fool, I've got no use
You, sleep before the news
Rising all of the truth
Kiss me below the moon
And treat me well
During the doom
Cries the loner from above
Would he found his love
The time was very late
All the reasons to feel hate
Minds are going lone
The world used to be my home
Inside a bloody shell
It feels like a living hell
Cries the loner from above
Would he found his love
Ever found his love
27-07-2012
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