Midnight - Lyrics by Altered Images


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wearing blankets, sleeping in glovestry to reach, but your sack is closedrape on sunday is a terrible thingrape on sunday is a terrible thingsomebody left their blood on my doorserial numbers 024somebody left their blood on my doorserial numbers 024sharing midnight, blood on your facetry to stop you staring at spacerape on sunday is a terrible thingrape on sunday is a terrible thingsomebody left their blood on my doorserial numbers 024somebody left their blood on my doorserial numbers 024serial numbers
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