As Cities Burn. Son, I Loved You At Your Darkest. Terrible! How Terrible For The Great City!. As Cities Burn. Son, liebte ich Sie an Ihrem Darkest. Schrecklich! Wie schrecklich für The Great City!.
...just feel as empty as the lungs Of those waiting in the womb Do you feel as empty as the lungs of those waiting To come into this world Where being beautiful means being used How
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