Teksty: 36 Crazyfists. A Snow Capped Romance. At The End of August.

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Crawling from the floor,
I've been there before.
There I was staring
back at the bottom.
Let's just make this clear,
it came from these tears.
Carved across our chest, loyalty.
And with the new light,
there was young hope.
To underline the meaning,
and carve our names in.

At the end of August, the end of...
I'll never replace the ones I first made, Jesus, does anyone?

So I lit lanterns,
to light up all these words,
looking back I know
it's what I'd die for.
And through all of this life,
smashed away all the strife,
a friendship I paint, untouchable.

And I want you to know
how all of you made me,
how all of you saved me and...

I'll never replace the ones I first made, Jesus, does anyone?