OnceOver
OnceOver - Nightingale lyrics
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"They all watch while she's on fire they can see her comming from miles away she could buy pretty things till' night comes pretty things are pretty dirty like the rest the end of all the things that fall the trace of crimson on the wall she's tied to the rail till night comes once the flash hits her eyes she's gone the end of all the things that fall the trace of crimson on the wall smeared from the hand that rubs her thin a wooden heart in rubber skin press her face against the glass she's dancing in... never cry tears lubricate the sweetest arrest the nightingale laid to rest"