For we are surviving
On these streets of western feels,
One bloody rose; one bloody heart
Oh beat for me
Until the sun goes down
And let me live again
In the morning.
I shall give my heart a horse
To fall upon,
One bloody promise; one bloody plea
Oh sing for me
Until the sun goes down
And let me rise again
In eternity.
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Author:
Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (
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