Joy Division - Isolation

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FOREVER GREY - Turn On Death

Under the cold of tears she'll decay and be warm. 
The style is death. A white rose in a morphine dream. 
A joke to amuse life. Goodbye into a snowstorm. 
While you shake the thoughts, memories of conversation. 

Come back the line like eager sadness. 
A knife hollows them out. Hollows them out. 
A thin skin of black letters. A thin skin of black letters. 

I make myself sick. Born with thoughts of disappointment. 
Hands out, palms dry. Give me something to grasp. 
False truth or fake hope. We say yes to death.

Forever Grey-The Style Is Death.

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