Afterhours. Ballads For Little Hyenas. Desire Froze Here. Afterhours. Ballads For Little Hyenas. Desire Froze Here.
...Waving suicidal Desolate hour Pantomime Is your tragedy It's a thin line here between you sorrow And your cunning Desire, desire froze here Just looks like love from a distance Desire, desire froze here
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