Millions Paroles

Is anybody ill?

You're drinking from a reservoir that sinks through unmarked graves

To a flaming broken heart



Millions, millions

Have died for art



Does love, it come but once?

Or many times like everyday a new light touches us?
Is death as cold as ice?

And does it hurt the way it hurts to hate yourself alone?

Well, nobody knows



Millions, millions

have died for art



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