Come, take my hand Let us walk for a while Your burden of pain Replaced with a smile Never so far, only so close As you melt in your false cradle below
For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing promises of feeling fine
For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing promises of feeling fine
So called friends are running loose Draining you whole 'Til you're of no use Letting go of things you need most
Son, early wish, early grave, early ghost
For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing promises of feeling fine
For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing promises of feeling fine
For the peddlers of death Always come calling one more time Bearing promises of feeling fine
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