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Indica - Gothic Spirits 12 - Precious Dark
Gothic Spirits 12
Disc 1
01. Comedown
02. The Letter
03. Roads
04. Sirens
05. Under My Skin
06. Gothkiller
07. Your Fire
08. No Gods
09. Tonight
10. Buried Alive
11. The Vulture's Feast
12. Scary- Fairy
13. Amnestic Silence
14. I Know Who I Am
15. Narcotica
16. The Eye of the Storm
17. Lake of a Thousand Tears
18. Perfect Baby
Disc 2
01. Carpathian Gravedancer
02. Last Summer
03. I Will Be There
04. Train to Somewhere
05. Precious Dark
06. Higher
07. At Heaven's End
08. Vale of Crows
09. Now Until Forever (electro)
10. Seawitch and the Sorcerer
11. The Sea Inside
12. Touch
13. All Eyes on Me
14. Craving for the Sin
15. Cú Chulainn
16. The Lost Souls
17. Teufel (Seelenzorn - Teufel remake)
There's a place I don't want you to know of
Hidden deep in a blindfolded heart -
Where the desperate walk in silence
Waiting for the ghosts to depart

There's a game I don't want you to know of
Masquerade, Cirque du Dècadence
A pawn in an empty chessboard
Moved around by a hand of a fool

Never played it safe
It's a wicked game
Any hand, any call, I'm in

It said: "Love like you've never been hurt
And dance till dawn like you've just been born
A perfect toy made by perfect tools
Playing Ring Around the Rosie with a crowd of fools
Take a hold of my hand, I have sights to show you
Gingerbread house, Pleasure Island, Big Blue
Turn off the light, close your eyes wide shut
And welcome the precious dark"

I have seen far, I've never seen close
There are no mirrors on my wall
Silent is the call of my ocean
And the sirens washed ashore
All the sins they have long shadows
Turn the switch and the past comes alive
Live and learn, 1, 2, 3, know your ABC
It's their answer to every "why"

Never played it safe
It's a wicked game
Any hand, any call, I'm in

It said:" Love like you've never been hurt
And dance till dawn like you've just been born
A perfect toy made by perfect tools
Playing Ring Around the Rosie with a crowd of fools
Take a hold of my hand, I have sights to show you
Gingerbread house, Pleasure Island, Big Blue
Turn off the light, close your eyes wide shut
And welcome the precious dark"

There was always a place that you knew of
You were holding the keys all along
There was always a game that you knew of
Now you're one of them washed ashore