Paroles de Season of the wiche

Listen to me i'll tell you something that you may not want to hear
I know about those games you plan, i know about your fear
Live alone, better lock your door, gonna come for you, what you wanna do
I know these things that noone knows

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Burn in the night, hands held to the sky
Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch
Burn in the night, hands held to the sky
Breathing like a dog in the season of the witch

I just know your souls too cold to love
I search for ways to see inside your world
Live alone, better lock your door, gonna come for you, what you wanna do
I don't give a shit anymore

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Lost inside your sorrow
Lost inside your sorrow