28 thousand days ago - I was a poor boy
Never did smile at love cause I wasn't made for it
I used to sleep in closets – in many different homes
Crying blood from my hands - trying to find gold
Comfort in emptiness
Comfort in emptiness
21 thousand days ago - I was a young man
I loved a lady dressed in silk I didn't understand
Blank papers on the floor - read poems from my soul
Scratching myself into a hole - trying to find gold
Comfort in emptiness
Comfort in emptiness
I miss
Comfort in emptiness
Comfort in emptiness
I miss
Angel, angel - take me away
Angel, angel - take me away
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