Letra de The Search for Nothing
Massa Nera
The Search for Nothing
Massa Nera
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Huddled masses congregate
At the edge of a gaping chasm
God's presence washes over me
Like the sun setting over black mountains
My soul burns slowly
And my hands Spasm
At the edge of a gaping chasm
God's presence washes over me
Like the sun setting over black mountains
My soul burns slowly
And my hands Spasm
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