You have to listen to a story
where eclipses are not caused by the moon.
A city where
it doesn't stop falling.
Cold rain hurts and cuts the skin.
They are kisses of hate
knocking on the door,
no one answers when called
because they know what is behind.
A new goodbye
they take one more s
where their souls cry
wanting to escape.
They release only a storm.
They fear now, the light of one more day.
Voices of the night
br/>that they shout at you:
That you should not be like this.
Stories of the night
that they tell you:
That you should not be like that,
You should not be
You should not be like this,
You should not be!
Voices of the night
that shout at you
That you should not be like this
Tales of the night
they tell you
That you should not be like this,
You should not be like this
You should not be like this,
You should not be!

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