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Queen of TearsHer black velvet eyes come sparkling in sorrow through the night. Black velvet clouds comes tumbling down from the sky. She tries to speak, but her head is like a gallery, filled with her dreams, she’s tenderly breaking to be free. Queen of cold tears, she’s hiding in past to disappear. Stoned on believes, she lives in a mirror of broken dreams. Adrift among the days, floating in eden of the grey. If we end the line and if we’d be stoned, drowned and die. Queen of tears by my side heal my bruises by your smile. The walls keep on pushing us to the ground. Is it too late to be someone? Adrift among the days floating in eden of the grey, queen of cold tears lives in a mirror of broken dreams. Queen of tears by my side heal my bruises by your smile. The walls keep on pushing us to the ground. Is it too late to be someone?
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