| When leaves have fallen and skies turned into grey | |
| The night keeps on closing in on the day | |
| A nightingale sings his song of farewell | |
| You better hide for her freezing hell | |
| On cold wings she's coming | |
| You better keep moving | |
| For warmth, you'll be longing | |
| Come on just feel it | |
| Don't you see it? | |
| You better believe | |
| When she embraces your heart turns to stone | |
| She comes at night when you are all alone | |
| And when she whispers your blood shall run cold | |
| You better hide before she finds you |
essa foto me lembrou uma coisa, que eu não sei escrever, acho que é Le Parkur, hahaha.
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Keep!
Keep!Keep moving!
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