Nhạc sĩ: Vanessa Carlton
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Half a week before the winter
The chill bites before it comes
I'm a child of the pleasure
That he brings before he runs
He sits behind a desk of mahogany
He whispers dreams into my ear
And though I've given him his empire
He delivers me my fear
The unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
I turn to look and burn my eyes I carry on,
I carry all the weight of empty
promise
As I stand swallowed by the light
Slickering above the highway I hold my
head and know the streets are mine tonight
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire I carry on,
I carry on
The
unicorns are riding high
Powerful in coats of white
We turn to look and burn our eyes I carry on,
I carry
The vampires are growing tired
The coats of white all turn to red
My heart burns with desire
I carry on, I carry on
I carry on I carry on
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Compendium 2013