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Teksty: Bless The Fallen. So Dark The Crown Of Man. Albright.


She stands at the corner waiting. Its another night filled with others. SHe does it for the attention. She loves the taste of a new fuck. Three kids at home in a shanty one bedroom. Fuck for the mone. We'll fuck your money. WHen I look in the mirror I see her face. I came to protect you, home is where the heart is. Home is where you make it. Through the glass i see your eyes. This city is serenity

(Thanks to Guy for these lyrics)
Bless The Fallen