The Boy From Judecca - text
You're porcelain promises wear with age.
It's getting hard to breathe when you hold my head under.
The stage is set for a tragedy.
My eyes are closed...I won't stand...
I won't stand in the way my eyes are closed...
My eyes are closed.
The cold steel feels good in my back...
Broken hearts, broken promises.
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- If Everything Ends, Pleas..
- Just One Kiss
- Portrait Hung in Empty Ha..
- Raxel Got Her Wings
- She's Gone And Her Ghost ..
- The Boy From Judecca
- The Summers Seem Like Day..
- These Eyes Will Remember
- Too Far to Fly
- What Runs Through