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• Artiste: Five Fathoms Deep
• Titre: Sandstorm
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I'm left guarding open gates Sent out a den of thieves that came back empty This is a dangerous place Straight off the page But I am no writer At the very most a mislead poet I fell flush with my road side grave I fell flush with my road side grave I am paralyzed from the weight of this Precious time was lost because of mountains which we missed Open the gates, I won't be saved Open the gates, I won't be saved I swear, I won't be the person that is killing me I swear, that I won't be the person that is killing me And I've been a cold and bitter man Sent out a den of thieves That came back emptier than when they left On that day I died a cold, bitter man Blow me away, take all that's left