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The sirens and the sergeants dont seem to mean a thing, Take my hand, show me the way, we are the children that fell from grace, we are the children that can't be saved. One more nail in the coffin, one more foot in the grave, One more time I'm on my knees as I try to walk away from your grave. But this has got the best of me, and I can't seem to sleep, I've come to realise that it's not because  you're not with me, it's because  your ghost never leaves. Everything I've loved became everything I lost
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
Sirens and sergeants
The sirens and the sergeants dont seem to mean a thing, Take my hand, show me the way, we are the children that fell from grace, we are the children that can't be saved. One more nail in the coffin, one more foot in the grave, One more time I'm on my knees as I try to walk away from your grave. But this has got the best of me, and I can't seem to sleep, I've come to realise that it's not because  you're not with me, it's because  your ghost never leaves. Everything I've loved became everything I lost
Eloi1997
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Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC
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