اصل بول
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Augustine
The queen begs to still be appreciated
while the empire stabs her
in the back everybody
just relax blood drips off her dress
onto the ballroom floor where people dance
I spill out upon the floor as the walls are
closing in Augustine we're at our necks again
Augustine out in the court yard the dead roses seem to bleed and whisper
