A maniacal purpose
In a hotel in foreign lands
With the slightest of movements
Glass falls on silver and gold
Sudden switch to morning
Feel the heat of a loved one
Through the leaves is the twilight
Panic stricken, we bury bones
A maniacal purpose
In a hotel in foreign lands
With the slightest of movements
Glass falls on silver and gold
Sudden switch to morning
Feel the heat of a loved one
Through the leaves is the twilight
Panic stricken, we bury bones
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