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On the premise that we're so far off
Lies the reflex to tear you apart
I'm drawn to exile myself from hatred
But I always give in
But I always give in
On the premise that we're so far off
Lies the reflex to tear you apart
I'm drawn to exile myself from hatred
But I always give in
But I always give in
On the premise that we're so far off
Lies the reflex to tear you apart
I'm drawn to exile myself from hatred
But I always give in
But I always give in
But I always give in
Save me



Авторы: Jean Christophe Beck, Jeffrey David Morrow


EASTGHOST - Exile
Альбом Exile
дата релиза
15-07-2016

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