Songtexte Entire World Is Counting On Me And They Don't Even Know It, The - Bless The Martyr Album Version - Norma Jean
Running away from this earth.
May it pass away
In the beautiful flames that it was created for.
Because when tomorrow fails to come, today is just
Not the same.
Inflamed earth. Roses. In this hope.
For all I care set it all a blaze.

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