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 i don't feel it

 i don't feel it anymore

 the city drowns itself

 heard the sirens from the shore

 i won't suffer this

 i won't suffer this for you

 fields of orchids burn

 and left here standing, frozen through

MISSING PIECE

your star

through the scars

through the scars

i'll find your light again

dreaming

it's cheap as apathy

the future atrophies

the more i dream

still i crawl inside your grave

for those lost november days

MISSING PIECE

your star

through the scars

through the scars

i'll find your light again