As Cities Burn. Thus From My Lips, By Yours, My Sin Is Purged. Као Градови Бурн. Тако Из Мојих Усана Би Ваш мој грех је очишћено.
...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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