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• Artiste: Surrealism
• Titre: Cold Fire
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Styles from my indulgence I wished I had in reality But they only exist with my fatality In a world full of love and hate Why do I have this desire? If I can't have it! In this cold night of fire And blue flames of heat I start to unravel my raze Let it go to my hate so I can despise it With my love with my cold eyes My faith starts to die But I keep up my pride And the day I was born it was also the day I start to die But it only existed in my fire Existed in a fullfilled room of cold and unfullfilled dream of relaxation and desperation And this is when I started to exist... You gave me your tediousness To get rid off your coldness Lying right here in me All in one memory!