Odessa
I remember every sound
Every heartbreaking sound
Heavenly memories
Cut like a knife
Carving its way through
The remains of us
Lately it seems
Everything that we touch
Gradually turns
Into the softest of dust.
Every heartbreaking sound
Heavenly memories
Cut like a knife
Carving its way through
The remains of us
Lately it seems
Everything that we touch
Gradually turns
Into the softest of dust.
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