Mourning by Obsessed
Mourning lyrics
Not wear black
Be it not of the same faith
Living trials can�t be won
In the end the hands will be held back
In the eyes September sun
The magic�s gone
Tempting fate with the surest of hands
Come to be a profession, to walk with
You in a mind of many lands
Has been my sole obsession
The magic�s here
Always cherish and always hold
Not in health but in sickness
And in the realm when all is said and told
There is no equal likeness
The magic�s gone
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