Awake in the cold still night, underneath the winter moon, bones rolling over, my love for you is dying, nailed to the cross, our sanctity is gone, now someone else is playing the role of the savior, you left me when I was all alone, just so you could fake yourself into being happy, a spirit lets out a heart felt moanBirth sign: Virgo
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