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Be the Valentine, rip the heart of mine |
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Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams |
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This is harvest time, taste the blood-red wine |
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Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart |
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It's so hard to see my face |
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In the mirror's cold disgrace |
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I wonder what is this I have become |
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A childish forlorn wish |
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So easy to seduce |
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Seems like it's just one step to fall down |
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Be the Valentine, rip the heart of mine |
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Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams |
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I can hardly write these lines |
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'Cause I already have signed |
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My name across the wall of prayers |
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Now I listen to my name |
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Sounding like a blame |
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I close my eyes and start to sing my song |
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Be the Valentine, rip the heart of mine |
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Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams |
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This is harvest time, taste the blood-red wine |
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Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart |
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If I'm looking back behind |
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To long forgotten times |
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There's something that is burning on and on |
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Pactum fraudis |
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Pactum fraudis |
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Pactum fraudis |
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Pactum fraudis |
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Sanguinans |
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I live in memories, cast into melodies |
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They die in harmony with greed and treachery |
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Be the Valentine, rip the heart of mine |
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Give your innocence to the brightest of dreams |
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This is harvest time, taste the blood-red wine |
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Of this gilded art, it is spilled from my own heart |
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How can I run from this hurting, |
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Neverending pain |
