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This album also appeared on Billboard's Top Heatseekers (South Central) chart peaking at #1.
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The first born, my heart will call Truly
A God-like boy of the sky
The fog hissed away like a movie
And serpents go home for the night
The thundercloud rain hits the freeway
The clowns put on makeup for show
The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening
And how the wind she blows
How the wind she blows?
I want you to come closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
I want you to come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
I want you to come in closer, in closer
Come dancing with devils
Need not to know their names
We'll waltz like an army
For the fear of our pain
Our souls become useless
As the day they were born
In a rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
But still, the truth remains lethal
A lie made by man
Where my shoes become hammers
And my words become sand
Like a sour patch, a wedding batch
Of roses you threw across my floor
In the rusted arm rocking chair
Away from your storm
I want you to come closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
I want you to come in closer
Come in closer
Come in closer
I want you to come in closer, in closer
I really do
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Song Written By:
Justin Furstenfeld |
Track Number:
11 |
Track Length:
5:25 |
Billboard Chart:
Song did not chart |
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