Virtual Goth Lyrics

Long nights in Industrial Park
You would sleep on the floor
And the room is still
But the vibrations pure

You'd been off joints
In the back of a car Something along the lines of
Good times, from the black of my heart
I was separated, when you depart
I was awake, but hiding in the dark

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