LYRIC
Wolves are waiting
With Conand in a pick
Those feathers suffer
The soil of the thick
Lone surrender
The echo of embrace
And how I’m sorry
Give balance to the break…
Wolves are waiting
With Conand in a pick
Those feathers suffer
The soil of the thick
Lone surrender
The echo of embrace
And how I’m sorry
Give balance to the break…
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Wolves are waiting
With Conand in a pick
Those feathers suffer
The soil of the thick
Lone surrender
The echo of embrace
And how I’m sorry
Give balance to the break…
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