Paroles de The Velvet Edge
Cry me a killer, a boy and a girlRise from the ashes and escape from the world
Trails of fire lace the dreams in their heads
The solf touch of desperation on The Velvet Edge
Draw down the moon on this city scum born
Where the painful sensations are mindless and torn
The absence of windows is making them stir
Tragedy chance the Will of the Pure.
Where the painful sensations are mindless and torn
The absence of windows is making them stir
Tragedy chance the Will of the Pure.
DALEY, MARSTON/NARDIELLO, FRANK
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