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Sonata Arctica Fullmoon Edit

Sitting on a corner all alone, staring from the bottom of his soul, watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon

Sitting on a corner all alone, staring from the bottom of his soul, watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon

Sitting on a corner all alone, staring from the bottom of his soul, watching the night come in from the window It'll all collapse tonight, the fullmoon