<!-- Page Code:VGhliENvbGQgUm9vbSAtiENyb3ducyBvZiBDcmVhdGlvbiA= --> here we are now crowns of creation waiting for saviors and begging for salvation causing the rain pouring down on our parades soaked in water with all our hopes erased (chorus:) feeling sorry for ourselves it suits us oh so well with bitter tears that show the pain of having only ourselves to
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