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Editors In This Light On This Evening

streetlights' gaze, Dance, fucker, dance, You were born to entertain! Now without water, Death takes us before hunger, We dug a well for the water, We put on this

: Girl You did this to yourself. I wish your good heart and good health Once, your ships were coming in Now your hands have shed the final skin Scratching

bleeds from the land Behind those eyes, Diamonds turn to sand. Such a beautiful fall, I saw the surface break, The water's so cold, Your body shakes. On

today, with the moles from the CIA, they see more than you ever see. Headlights in your rear view mirror, a panther's eyes as he preys on fear, you

the slaughter, And put us to bed at the end of the day? Here's where the wind leaves its mark across your face, A perfect place to fall on your sword

I swear to God, I heard the Earth inhale, moments before it spat its rain down on me. I swear to God, in this light and on this evening, London's

achieve. Well I?ve found you out, I?ve seen the life you wish to live And well it kicks like a sleep twitch! You will choke, choke on the air you try

streetlights' gaze, Dance, fucker, dance, You were born to entertain! Now without water, Death takes us before hunger, We dug a well for the water, We put on this

Baby don't go and lose it again, You would always run, Out of the sun and into the rain. This house just creeps, it won't let you sleep. All that noise