Lyrics:
Of these damned days. This is epitaph. That's the epitaph! There shines crownwork of the city of dreams. Easy to be a wall but hard to be the wind! Wind is
the crown-work, you’re the farmer The seed is the idea, Kris Parker! Everything’s falling apart (Can't you tell me, can't you tell me) Everything’s falling apart
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