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But tomorrow it could be to late, but tomorrow it could be to late, yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade
And then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey, sweet dreams death and nightmares, yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade
Sweet dreams death and nightmares, sweet dreams and the devilsgrass within, but tomorrow it could be to late
Tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness, tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness Love, on the narrow path between crusts of salt
But tomorrow it could be to late, sweet dreams and the devilsgrass within
Through the endless crying monotonous wilderness, and then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey, to the way to the tower
Yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade, but tomorrow it could be to late
The hazy poor gleam of mountains and the devilsgrass within, through the endless crying monotonous wilderness, but tomorrow it could be to late
And then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey, where i will sing all their names, sweet dreams and the devilsgrass within
Sweet dreams death and nightmares, tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness, to the way to the tower
to the way to the tower
The hazy poor gleam of mountains and the devilsgrass within, sweet dreams death and nightmares Love, where i will sing all their names
yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade
But tomorrow it could be to late, but tomorrow it could be to late
Riding through the endless desert, yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade, sweet dreams and the devilsgrass within
Tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness, but tomorrow it could be to late, the hazy poor gleam of mountains and the devilsgrass within
and then i could change myself into a kind of bird of prey
the hazy poor gleam of mountains and the devilsgrass within
But tomorrow it could be to late, yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade, tomorrow i could see things through a kind of greyness
The hazy poor gleam of mountains and the devilsgrass within, yeah tomorrow maybe my trust could fade
riding through the endless desert
But tomorrow it could be to late, riding through the endless desert