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The Eighth Day Lyrics - Artist : Damned, The
Dead asleep the city dreams
Holding up its arms like limbs of steel Mountains rise like mounds of sand The boiling sea has swallowed up the land On the eighth day On the eighth day Dancing dead are knocking on my door In acid rain they came to mourn To raise the flag, to raise the tune You know they'll be here soon The eighth day The eighth day Hollow homes and gloomy streets The people next door are looking more like circus freaks On the eighth day Echoes of the midnight chime The clock moves on but what a waste of time On the eighth day On the eighth day Dancing dead are knocking on my door In acid rain they came to mourn To raise the flag, to raise the tune You know they'll be here soon The eighth day The eighth day The eighth day Pure white heat and blood of sands Two clouds of crimson mists are swirling round and round On the eighth day Pools of fear and eyes that shine The mirrors cracked but I know they'll be mine oh mine On the eighth day On the eighth day Dancing dead are knocking on my door In acid rain they came to mourn To raise the flag, to raise the tune You know they'll be here soon The eighth day The eighth day The eighth day The eighth day |
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