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Venus slowly dies
The northern heights
I like these naked grounds
There's nowhere you can run
And screaming red
Is the colour of the dead valley below
But I look at you as it glows
On
Bare, bare trees
Please, leave the engine running, if you like
Just slow down for a while
And screaming red
Is the colour of the dead valley below
But I look at you as it glows
On and on
This time I can't go wrong
I must look stupid the way I grin
But I can't deny this thing within
I must be hypnotized
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