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Blanket - The Last Days of the Blue Blood Harvest şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Blanket

albüm: Modern Escapism


An interstellar
Space between
Endless matter
An interstellar
Space between
Endless matter
These wounds will be unavoided
Facing towards the atmosphere
Soaked in oils and dust
It settles by you
Quiet now
Not a word of this is true
The last days of
The blue blood harvest
These wounds will be unavoided
Facing towards the atmosphere
Soaked in oils and dust
It settles by you
Quiet now
Not a word of this is true
The last days of
The blue blood harvest

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