| Lyrics | Answer |
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| And you can blame it on me, set your guilt free | |
| And i'm [title], drowing in you | |
| We all live, we all die | |
| You can run to me, my [title] | |
| Mary had a lamb, his eyes black as coals | |
| Perfect by nature, icons of self indulgence | |
| Fear is only in our minds, taking over time | |
| The mechanical Lisbon lights scared it away | |
| In my field of paper flowers | |
| These wounds wont seem to heal | |
| | Lyrics | Answer |
|---|
| I'm pouring crimson regret | |
| Lock the last open door, my ghosts are gaining on me | |
| Breathe into me and make me real | |
| I can't say no to you | |
| I'm in the white forest hiding in a hollow tree | |
| I'm in your mind, giving you someone to talk to | |
| Servatis a periculum, Servatis a maleficum | |
| Selfishly hated no wonder you're jaded | |
| I'm never going to be your sweet surrender | |
| Fells like the [title] | |
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