Sångtext Norma Jean: It Was as if The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air

It Was as if The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air


Rewind the cycle
My regret is the world I created
Regret the kiss that sealed my fate
Rewind, rewind it all again
Rewind the silver that was my price
I think I will take a walk and rest my soul
A cylindrical head resting in the arms of a circular rope
Rewind this cycle endless cycle







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