As the sun dies over broken sands
The feeling ebbs the pressure stands
And as I close my eyes and drift away
For my sins and rapture he made me pay
As the sun dies over broken sands The feeling ebbs the pressure stands And as I close my eyes and drift away For my sins and rapture he made me pay |
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