As Cities Burn. Son, I Loved You At Your Darkest. Admission: Regret. Kā Pilsētas Burn. Dēls, es tevi mīlēju At Your Darkest. Ieeja: nožēla.
...remind me I'm someone believed in I'm someone still within your reach 'cause all I've got is sleep Against my fear of being swept away By the wind, the undertow, and thought Regret
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