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FEAR BEFORE THE MARCH OF FLAMES 237 Lyrics
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as it pours, down the wall
now it comes, through the hall
everyone is, brilliantly shining
everything is, shining bright
it gets worse, through winter
don't make a sound, the end is here
when it floods, bail like hell
don't make a sound, the end is here
i must be losing my mind
let it shine, let it shine this is me this is me now i'm home
this is me, now i'm home
i must be losing my mind
i'd sell my god damn soul for this to last forever
i'd sell my god damn soul for this to last, i'm home
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