As Cities Burn. Thus From My Lips, By Yours, My Sin Is Purged. كما حرق المدن. وبالتالي من شفتي ، وتفضلوا بقبول فائق الاحترام ، وتطهر خطيئتي.
...the shadow Caught by the drift and pitch Of whatever it is That keeps me coming back I want out 'cause I'm getting sick Sick from all this swerving Driver, sick from
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