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Evanescence

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Evanescence

Don't cry, my boy, 'cause life is game
And winners are the fools
You think of universe and pain
About all peoples cruel!
We are the strangers in this world
It's so despaired at all
Our faith was vanished by the word
Of severe ruling God!
The money is the main last thing
And if they gone you fall
You feel yourself like smallest bee
You can be wound and thrown.
The way of us is way to death
The eyes of sky so cold
They look at us and make the guess
To wish us die or not
The fire of life is going out
We lie in blood of night
You feel me now? Just stop my heart!
'Cause vice of sin so tight!
This world has won! You see our grave
Souls fly and couldn't be caught!
Black raven miss us, giving pay
So nice forget-me-not!