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The Dear Hunter

City Escape

 

City Escape

(альбом: Act I: The Lake South, The River North - 2006)


Please, what happened to the flame?
(It burned down the sides)
With a fondness for cooking history, revealling thoughts of mystery
In the heat of the night, a woman wealthy of a parous plight erased a harlot's life

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Free, pardoned by the flame
(That burned down the sides)
Her feet began to bleed between the seams, but she persisted to the streets
In the heat of the night, the river rendered the chance she surely needs to stay alive

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but the pulse remains
Oh, but her breath escapes her
Oh, but her pulse remains

Places, people, the stage is set
Places, people, the stage is set

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Plagued by practical and a mercenary lust, they tear at her skin!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

Clawing at her thoat with a smell of desperate and a lack of regret!
(The trouble began, but it never ended)

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