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Where were you my pale prince |
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When my heart was suffering for you? |
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Were you standing at the gate |
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The waters black and running ever deep? |
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Winter comes, on my knees |
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Petals fall, do you bleed? |
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Do you bleed? |
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Did I feel you reach for me |
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Your fingers frozen to the very bone? |
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Searching for some empathy |
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I feel the passion spilling from your veins. |
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Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia? |
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Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia? |
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Distant sands, bloom to seed |
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Snow on snow, do you bleed? |
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Do you bleed? |
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After all these naked yearnings |
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Can you feel me suffering for you? |
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Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia? |
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Winter comes, on my knees |
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Petals fall, do you bleed? |
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Do you bleed? |
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Distant sands, bloom to seed |
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Snow on snow, do you bleed? |
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Do you bleed? |
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Where were you my pale prince |
