Morning-star |
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| The means are right for taking,
Fade to grey,
Trying to be ruthless,
In the face of beauty.
In this matrix,
It's plain to see,
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Cast a line with a velvet glove,
Reading like an open book,
In the hands of love.
In this matrix,
It's plain to see,
It's either you or me.
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
Encore [echo]
Encore [echo]
Means are right for taking
Fade to grey
Trying to be ruthless
In the face of beauty
In this matrix
It's plain to see
It's either you or me
Bruise,
Pristine,
Serene,
We were born to lose.
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