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Last night |
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I walked again that soil, places in my mind |
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Remembrances as cold pieces of glass |
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Blood red stained mirrors lie broken upon the floor |
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A time so far - |
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Something we can't recall |
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I'll take your hand towards the night where our souls will be as one |
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I can't describe the day when we crossed our solitude ways |
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Deserted houses - |
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Haven of mine |
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Tombs under eternal fog and frost |
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The pool of blood is turning cold, as we watch our reflection becoming red as |
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December dusk |
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I'll take your hand towards the night where our souls will be as one |
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You'll never cry alone in the rain |
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The sleep will heal our solitude days |
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They'll never live the meaning of parting |
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Souls left alone in the night as tears flow with the pain |
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Loneliness, coldness and bloodlust |
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Alcohol, razorblades and the same old places |
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Blood, tears and semen the only human things will be left of me? |
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I love the night as |
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I love your eyes |
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You'll burn inside the cold lands of my heart |
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Our way together towards inhumanity |
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Our dreams without any |
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God above |
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I'll take your hand towards the night where our souls will be as one |
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We'll never cry alone in the rain |
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Only Death now could divide our solitude ways |
