Lyrics The Collection - Sing of the moon I've always been told we hold black holes inside That know from the start that every star must die But it seems too convenient to lose track of time Now that you're gone, will my orbit unwind?(sing of the moon) What northern wind blew us into the street And what fatal one will
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