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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Repudiated Immortals”

• The creator of what's now clich why did he speak of us that way? I don't cry not 'cause I don't care It's very hard to feel the way we used to feel up there The creator of what's now clich Wants us little things to cry and feel alone But don't don't lose hope no no no no No no no don't feel sad 'cause it's a violent world But there's still beauty I'll take care of you if you take care of me I like to sit and listen to the sound Of the snowflakes landing on the trees But I can't get used to feeling cold I can't get used to what has happened here to you and me There's no escaping so I won't try It's just the heaviness that comes with knowing you will never die

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