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Messages from where paradise ends
Calling from paradise
A life on ice
A piece of glass
In his freezing cold hands
Pressed to the window
Send him a miracle to help him
Tie him to a chair
Play him tribal rhythms
Calling from paradise
A life on ice
A piece of glass
In his freezing cold hands
Pressed to the window
Send him a miracle to help him
Tie him to a chair
Play him tribal rhythms
Defrost his star
Help him now
Who could not afford a lie
Framed & how
See it eye to eye
Your crown is made from iron
It wears you to the ground
Through pounding sounds of heaven
Receive those secret messages
Help him now
Who could not afford a lie
Framed & how
See it eye to eye
Your crown is made from iron
It wears you to the ground
Through pounding sounds of heaven
Receive those secret messages
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