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Zao Psalm Of The City Of The Dead

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As we wait here for a sign We are greeted by the end of time These streets aren't paved with gold You are my everything My soul is growing cold

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As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time, these aren't streets paved with gold, you are my everything, my soul is growing cold

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Traducció: Zao. Salm De La Ciutat Dels Morts.

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As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time, these aren't streets paved with gold, you are my everything, my soul is growing cold

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: As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time, these aren't streets paved with gold, you are my everything, my soul is growing cold

Lletres

As we wait here for a sign we are greeted by the end of time, these aren't streets paved with gold, you are my everything, my soul is growing cold

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