Norma Jean. Bless The Martyr & Kiss The Child. It Was as if The Dead Man Stood Upon The Air. Norma Jean. Seën die Martelaar en soen die kind. Dit was asof die dooie man, het op die Lug.
... cycle, the cycle My regret is the world I created My regret the kiss that sealed my fate Rewind, rewind it all again Rewind the silver that was my price
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