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My decision is fixed |
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The suitcases are packed |
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I'm laying the letter on the table |
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Tonight, I will be safe and the fears will be over |
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I shall outline my own way again! |
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I'm walking to the door |
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Open it and look behind for the last time... |
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But he's at the doorstep - this can't be real |
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He's surprised because he notices my bags |
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Immediately he grabs my wrists and pushes me inside |
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I realise |
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I'm lost... |
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O no, what have you done? |
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What have you done? |
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Where is your self respect? |
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You've defiled our honour and your troth |
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You crossed the line |
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You won't get out this time |
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You won't get out |
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There's no other solution |
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Then requite you for this insult |
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But he's at the doorstep - this can't be real |
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He's surprised because he notices my bags, |
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Immediately he grabs my wrists and pushes me inside |
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While he's reading the letter |
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I realise |
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I'm lost... |
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Faded beauty, her body trembles... |
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The scars of this dream will always be remembered |
