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Room 2
And the moon is high
And the pool is dry
Wintering winds, they sing of war
Walk through it
In stride
And the room is why
And the moon is high
Weakening under dregs of war
Walk through it
In stride
So go our young, bring hell a'swore
Pour through it
In Hives
Break down these walls
Just to hear your voice, I'm waiting
Tear down this war
I, I'd give anything
To breathe you deep inside
Inside
And the moon is high
Is high
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