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Her eyes see a splintered sky and the sun's forgotten them |
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Her face is a fresh wound, honestly it's smashed |
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It's strange that she breathes, my sweet, little dead body |
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Oh no, she's not dyin', she's not burned completely. |
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You hide between the walls your idiotic smile |
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And I could lie to you, that there's something in you |
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You don't want to show your ashen-gray hands |
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I won't tell you this, but to who will you give them?! |
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And she never laughs, my burned little cat |
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And she never cries, she's lost her tears |
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This overdose of pain is impossible to get |
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I see the traces of the flames on her thin back! |
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I don't wanna look at your hands |
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I feel awful when you splutter, |
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I am yours |
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I feel fear, when |
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I gotta cuddle you |
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Even though |
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I know you are mine, mine! |