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Wine is color of faded red, icon of a past |
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No drug make me forget all this blood and this night |
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Gazing at the cold moon, memory of a face of doom |
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Which looks at me with scorn, wothing will be the same anymore |
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Pictures of the past are never to be back |
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Bloodfingers in your back, |
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I miss the time |
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I made you scars |
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I remember the promise of some rest in a bloodred sea as a release |
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I learnt there is no rest and honesty never pays |
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It wasn't the eyes of betrayal but there was no place for hope |
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I thought it was a place for eternity it was just a pit in a grey endless sea |
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I hate looking at those mountains that make me remember you |
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I'd like to hate you so more than for myself |
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I've ever done |
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I spread violence and decay, sickness is a hard thing to share |
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All the scars drawing my body won't never release me from grief |
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And tomorrow when the time has past |
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I'll still remind your name |
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And then return to the place it was and probably shed a tear |
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For the remain of this human blaze which was blown off this night |
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I just hope where you go, you'll remember what was |
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I I bleed for it went too fast, the wound is still opened |
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You've gone as those flowers died, as the bloodred turns to black |
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You'll remember me as faded wine and wish me the best |
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The best is still for me that |
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I can meet you soon in hell... |
