Letras: William Fitzsimmons. Until When We Are Ghosts. Problem Of Pain.

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Dialogue on weather, breeding in the pound
Fateful first-time meeting, life is in the ground

Icarus they caught you where you tumbled on
Encourage you to dive now the sun is gone

I just don't know
I just don't know

aah...

moon is torn asunder over faulty two
guillotines in shackles, heads roll for a few

I just don't know
I just don't know
I just don't know

aah...