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Forecast The

Flying south, over a desert land Long as Find a water land on my side There's a picture frame My life burning in the flames I'm crashing down, fire all

[Moonspell cover] Opium, desire or will? Inspiration bound from an elegant seed Subversion, through smoke I foresee Erotic motions of lesser gods in

By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only Where an Eidolon name Night On a black throne reigns upright I have reached those lands but

Every single morning I look at my window pane I want it to be sunny But the forecast calls for rain The rain keeps on falling (the rain keeps on falling

ancient artifacts receive a fresh new look 'round here tapping into nature, the video store declines our cards and our stars are not aligned tonight,

the sun is always warmer when we're not in winter the ice is always melting when you're already falling to the sidewalks cursing up a storm praying

we're riding a low, a slow pace where we have to grow up we're riding a low where the blood thins from those long nights the room spins as i watch

Never felt so warm in this room 80 degrees Still to warm for me, gotta get out now Someday, we will work it out There is no deafening tomorrow If today

It's giving way To tired to sleep The ground beneath me shakes I hear your name Seems like a dream Sounds so far away Summer, I don't mind Waiting for