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The Rumour Said Fire
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Moon Stream
So you scream it out, baby, out in the cold And you feel the sky taking over your soul Beat of the damned got ahead of you Beat of your hands on the concrete
And we talked a lot about selling the world We talked a lot about selling our skin Everyone else got ahead of you Everyone else is a soldier
Beautiful girl Beautiful impatience with the world
She's really getting to me
And I had a dream about taking my life All of the walls at the end of the night Love is a hurt deep inside of you Love is a broken down apartment
And you scream it out, baby, out in the cold Into the forest where your nightmares unfold Beat of the damned got ahead of you Beat of your hands on the concrete
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Give me a love song i could believe in Give me a beautiful impatience with this world Let me be your haunted son I could be your haunted son.
'You see me watch you dance nonchalantly As from the vibrant walls, soft music plays And slow your harmonious, alluring strut And stare back with an apathetic gaze
But you look like an object of desire You're illusion, when most just want the true I don't care about your indifference, I admire your mask's design and desire you.'
So let me be your haunted son I could be your haunted son A make-believe Yes I could be your haunted son Let me be your haunted son I could be your mortal coil A mortal coil
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