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Song Red - A Canorous Quintet. Trust! The blind man leads the way. A burnt out candle in the hand. Chasing for eternity nevermore. Pleased witn being lost forever. The touch on your face, it's lost
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Song The Storm - A Canorous Quintet. Misty shadows grips the heart. Souls reunite in order of chaos. (*) Wnite knights guards the treasures of dreams. In the centre of the storm a man is to emerge
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Song Realm Of Rain - A Canorous Quintet. Wnite knights guards the treasures of dreams. In the centre of the storm a man is to emerge. To find the pleasure beyond the lost horizon. Now hidden beyond
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They say freak,. When you're singled out,. The red,. Well it filters through. So lay down,. The threat is real,. When his sight,. Goes red again. Seeing red again,. Seeing red again. This
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I read that it's all black and white. Ooh, the spectrum made a shade I like. Ooh, those crimson rays of ruby bright. Ah! The technicolor light Red! Red! I want red. There's no substitute for red
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Song Selfdeceiver (The Purest Of Hate) - A Canorous Quintet. Dusk has come to pass. The irreversible darkness surrounds us. Scared away from the light. No mercy will be shown. Your blood will flow
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Song Land Of The Lost - A Canorous Quintet. Riding the winds. Across tne raging seas. To reach the kings in the land of the lost. A turbulent sea winds of cold. Reaching the harbour, they are safe
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Song The Complete Emptiness - A Canorous Quintet. No hope, no cure. No destination anymore. So empty yet complete. I've seen it all before. A gleam of light revealed. But always out of reach. I was
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They say freak,. When you're singled out,. The red, well it filters through. . So lay down, the threat is real,. When his sight goes red again. Seeing red again,. Seeing red again. . This
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They say freak,. When you're singled out,. The red, well it filters through. . So lay down, the threat is real,. When his sight goes red again. Seeing red again,. Seeing red again. . This
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They say freak,. When you're singled out,. The red, well it filters through. . So lay down, the threat is real,. When his sight goes red again. Seeing red again,. Seeing red again. . This
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Put some money in the jukebox and let it play. For my heart is cold with its pain. Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine. And fill my glass up, again Fill my glass to the brim till it
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