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• Artiste: Ghostride
• Titre: White Wings Of Death
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Unstable balancing Act overhead The dresser is open An empty bed It's such an age to be so cold And it's growing all the time And it's such a waste to so bitter It's growing all the time Her life time short on years No place to share Playing dead man's finger Some truth in dare It's such an age to be so cold And it's growing all the time And it's such a waste to feel belittled It's growing all the time While the stories explain little The sorrow will bear it all And the world she made From a house we played in the tree tops It's such a lonely place We all grow up just fine We never grow up at all It's such an age to be so cold And it's growing all the time And it's such a waste to feel belittled It's growing all the time And its stories explain little The sorrow will bear it all And the world she made From a house we played in the tree tops It's such a lonely place