Fatigue
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Lyrics
A path in a dim light that I have to walk myself. Rain falling from my lips, the most cleanest of all. Dissany, esperance in isolation. Cold hands clutching at something that is gone. Her, dressed in black. A warmth surrounding me when I saw her eyes sparkling.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 07:16
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 125 BPM