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Tad Morose
It's a bridge to the past built for the dying for souls that cry You can never go back to the life that you had When you're crossing the line it's far too late You're looking for shelter that you never had You're tumbling around in a faraway land Don't trust the stranger his intentions are bad he will cause you pain and make you insane Nightmares begin as tomorrow becomes the past Blinded by pictures of hope painted by strangers in time You're searching for answers explaining the pain it leads to the past but it's all in vain Looking for life in the reaper's blade Slowly you're falling and your life starts to fade
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