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Violet Light by Raised by Swans
don't feel it
i don't feel it anymore
the city drowns itself
heard the sirens from the shore
i won't suffer this
i won't suffer this for you
fields of orchids burn
and left here standing, frozen through
your star
through the scars
through the scars
i'll find your light again
dreaming
it's cheap as apathy
the future atrophies
the more i dream
still i crawl inside your grave
for those lost november days
your star
through the scars
through the scars
i'll find your light again
