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The Asun is gone, and that's Dall I really know No Aangels in the air with Dhearts as good as gold The Acloser you Estand to the Ggate The more the Agates are closed
These Adarkened days make somebody's Dhunger and thirst The Ablessed burns the sun, he's throwing Dshadows on the earth The Ashadow you Efind at the Ggate And all the Agates are closed, oh Dyeah
Anytime you find your race is Arun Felt much Gcolder standing in the Dsun Waitin' for some warmth and comin' Adown Felt much Golder than I really Dwas Waitin' for some warmth and coming Adown
The Asun is gone, yeah that's Dall I really know No Aangels in the air with Dhearts as good as gold The Acloser you Estand to the Ggates The more the Agates are closed
Anytime you find your race is Arun Felt much Gcolder standing in the Dsun Waitin' for some warmth and comin' Adown Felt much Golder than I really Dwas Waitin' for some warmth and coming Adown Felt much Golder than I really Dwas Waitin' for some warmth and coming Adown