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Wrecking

Looting the destroyed Vessels of the sea I wondered if the waves Had taken all of me All of me back Down to the black Down to the where the worms reign silent and green Silent We can do some wrecking here Til a little color Comes into your face We can do some wrecking here And find something to love In this broken place This broken place And the king is a hand And slaps you like a wave And shackles you down Bound like an anchored chain in the sand Sends your ships to the rocks Sends the keys to the lock of the chain On your heart To the mouth of a serpent And his scaly glass shards He's holding all the cards And waiting in the waves With the poker face And no trail to trace No trail to trace We can do some wrecking here Til a little color comes into your face We can do some wrecking here And find something to love In this broken place This broken place

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYk9wrO-Vsg

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clan1.1 (per fi la primera)