Winters Approach |
[23 Oct 2003|10:10pm] |
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gotic |
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Radiohead – Climbing up the Walls |
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Cold wind sharply blows in my face Breaking branches and souls, leaving no trace Yellow autumn leaves fall with white snow On the gray mud and ground But did you know, you know… All is so quiet, there is no sound I can feel eternal winter coming Sky’s sparking in silver and black There is no coming back There is no coming back
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