Get up, rise with the morning sun Lay down your love, and put your lipstick on And forget about the pain you gave And blur your eyes, paint through and through To keep the world from reaching inside you But let's not get too cynical You'd die for app
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Submit Lyrics Your name will be printed as part of the credit when your lyric is approved. 专辑:The Illness 歌手:Spectre 歌曲:Spectre Meets the Psycho Priest in the Temple of Smoke