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I think we match perfectly in ignorance
When love is like the sky above
Black, dark and cold
so apparent yet so alone

And when we fall from our high thrones
The king is dead and queen controlled
The hell we belong to becomes our homes
with you promises turning gray and old

You've thrown the world away
So when we dissapear again
No one will miss a thing
Not you, and not me

And when we fall from our high thrones
The king is dead and queen controlled
The hell we belong to becomes our homes
with you promises turning gray and old

And when we fall from our high thrones
The king is dead and queen controlled
The hell we belong to becomes our homes
with you promises turning gray and old