Paroles de Anathema
Come close to the unfamiliar warmthCoy gesture
To paralyze
Beloved
Covetous
Stuns the brute with uninvited praise
The troubled times
The tear aways
Disconnected
But forever demanding
Cataclysm
The slate is clean
The troubled times
The tear aways
Disconnected
But forever demanding
Cataclysm
The slate is clean
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