______(人名)'s drowning
in a puddle by the steam
no part to his songs tonight (?)
no sweeten of his dreams (?)
she told him that it was over
Sunny day(?) it's the end
teardrops playing like ______ (leiken?)
to the roses beneath those sands (?)
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home
curse your luck
curse this hideous thing call fate
she said all the friends I've ever loved
I always grow to hate
She told him that it was over
Sunday(?)it hits the bricks
it's all just an illusion
a black magician's trick
So blow out the candles
I won't be home tonight
No bed will want my bones
no arms will hold me tight
I will lay down by the river
on a pillow made of stones
and if tomorrow comes
then I may be home
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