She said, with the cancercuring voice of an angel That I bet the rain is colder when youre standing next to me. And the ten ten reasons why Im still alive Could fill the backseat of your girlfriends ride Enter the Void of our simple minds And he will lead you through December With his hands tied behind his back He will leave his comfort in your hands To keep his comfort and conscious from ever coming back Never So still A plague on both your houses A scale to keep still This plague will Burn Your Bones And this cold, cold city is his home And there he stands, supreme
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