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This book of love is a final gift, dramatic in its virtue |
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It's a beating heart I made for you |
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Ten razors buried bones |
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And a kiss that tastes like violence |
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Blue sand shadows look from above, yeah |
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We're not alone |
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The dead will rise again |
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Show me why we won't let go and we still |
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must pray |
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This is our lovers' requiem |
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As wings unfold, just breathe for me... |
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(just breathe, just breathe, just breathe for me) |
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In freaks below, a savage plot of golden dust |
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And chariots of liars, a course of waiting |
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for existence |
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Sin's bleeding cast has struck a nerve |
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Sin's bleeding hand has filled the lakes |
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For you and me a war has just begun |
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A sharpened sword, ice and cuts |
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And laughing dolls, tonight they live again |
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Show me why we won't let go and we still |
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must pray |
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This is our lovers' requiem |
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As wings unfold, just breathe for me... |
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Oh heaven's gate will cast a shadow |
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Truth, forgiveness still and cold a secret little garden |
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she built |
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Sold for beauty in disguise, sweet hide away from |
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never, from the never never |
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Now... the devil has stolen the key |
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It tastes like skin and bone, fire |