When struggle waits for souls to be silent and for lights to die out;
When smoke wins over sanity and thoughts pierce through bliss;
When salty water overflows from two soulful windows...
You ought to know she's troubled again;
And it can't be good.
It never was; And it never will be.
When smoke wins over sanity and thoughts pierce through bliss;
When salty water overflows from two soulful windows...
You ought to know she's troubled again;
And it can't be good.
It never was; And it never will be.
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