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Walk On By, Walk On Me (the Pianist's Prophecy)

Zao

your tongue pierced my fragile heart
careless words are daggers thrown unaware unapproachable unwilling silence from a sounding voice you entwine praise
with curses your words burn like hell itself silence from a sounding voice all this by the tongue created your words become hell itself i lay bleeding in the flames the tongue creates it tongue...

Composição: Brett Detar/Dan Weyandt





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