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Push me through my mirror into lonely winternights |
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I seek the hiding of my life out in the deepest woods, out on the coldest hills in a daze |
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Sorry, Mr. |
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Pain. I go made without warning |
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Have no remorse to say goodbye to me! |
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Sorry, Mr. |
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Pain, pieces of glass pierced in my skin |
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Snow will decorate it and freeze the veins |
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Don't wait any longer, follow me |
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Enter your mirror with a torch |
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My traces are fresh yet, the blood runs to my shore |
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See you Sorry, |
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Mr. Pain, we go nude without warning |
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Have no remorse to say |
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Goodbye to us! |
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Sorry, Mr. |
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Pain, pieces of glass pierced in our skin |
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Snow will decorate it and freeze the blood |
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Sorry, Mr. |
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Pain, Sorry |
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Mr. Pain We go nude without warning, oh sorry |
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Mr. Pain Sorry |
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Mr. Pain, we dive deep down in icelakes and we meet a few old friends with longing gazes |
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Sorry, Mr. |
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Pain, pieces of glass piered in our skin |
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Moonlight makes us glittering in the lakes |
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Something's wrong without pain |
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I am fired of this stunned state |
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So I will go my way until |
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I change again |
