Vincent Thomas )
I can still feel it when you lie, pick a rose just to hide my face.
Well, if there's something I should know I seek no science where there is no shape.
Under a molten sky let the days collide.
Well I made made you, and now I take you back.
Sun you sleep in clouds of fire...
Thats all and thats right
The Scale by Interpol
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