الكلمات الأصلية
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Those dying breeds
Gather beneath
Old fallen trees
Bits of leaves
If only we'd known
They'd see that tomorrow
Oh, carry me
For hands aim to feed
Through crowded streets
Took a tape on me
If only i'd known
May you see that tomorrow
Burn my remains
My stock the same
They read my name
It's yours now anyways
If only i'd known
They'd see that tomorrow
They'd see that tomorrow
They'd see that tomorrow
