Dancing around, into the isle and into the yard. Yes, we are practicing
for war. Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips. The request; the response.
The emeralds of all we claim cost nothing unless we walk off stage and then
bury it for all to see. Precious diamonds.
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Dialogue With A Question Mark Lyrics

The Chariot – Dialogue With A Question Mark Lyrics