Paroles de Mother's Hour
it is so late but that's nothing newand so I wait but then so may you
we will fight until we die
we cannot break our bodies sigh
it is so late but that's nothing new
and so I wait but then so may you
nothing is quite what it seems
the air is small but still we breathe
nothing is quite what it seems
the air is small but still we breathe
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