You're porcelain promises wear with age. It's getting hard to breathe when you hold my head under. The stage is set for a tragedy. My eyes are closed...I won't stand...I won't stand in the way my eyes are closed...My eyes are closed. The cold steel feels good in my back...Broken hearts, broken promises.
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The Boy From Judecca Lyrics

A Long Winter – The Boy From Judecca Lyrics