Woorden: Katatonia. Live Consternation. July.
You come clean
Waves collide now
Defenseless numb arms
And no voice of reason
So how come you invited me too
You knew I wanted you
You glide above
So this night belongs to you
I know this isn't through
Are you dead to love
I see the bright lights
It's the month of
Katatonia
The Great Cold Distance
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