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The pearls will drop At the end of the line Every morning Just a little bit closer (And with a loose touch) I'm here (To watch you) Let's share the stare and turn off the radio Downtown skies (Play on our fears) Are coming (They knew where the cancer grows) Like white horse, riders are mysterious The pearls will drop At the end of the line Every morning Just a little bit closer (And with a loose touch) I'm here (To watch you) Let's share the stare and turn off the radio Downtown skies (Play on our fears) Are coming (They knew where the cancer grows) Like white horse, riders are mysterious Reach out, a porcelain touch disguised with fingertips below us! [x4] Downtown skies, are coming Like white horse, riders are mysterious Downtown skies (Mother of all whores, mourn her) Are coming (Dressed with pearls) Like white horse (Drunk with the blood of saints) Riders are mysterious (She is dead and burning) |