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Promises are turning pale
Stars are bleaching
My wounds are still breathing
Fading away, fading away
I've been waiting for you
To save my world
So why don't you lick my soul
Get rid of my ghost
I've been waiting for you
To save my world
So why don't you lick my soul
Get rid of my ghost?
Promises are turning pale
Stars are bleaching
My wounds are still breathing
Fading away, fading away
I've been waiting for you
To save my world
So why don't you lick my soul
Get rid of my ghost
I've been waiting for you
To save my world
So why don't you lick my soul
Get rid of my ghost?