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When the bow breaks the cradle will fall. |
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I am in shape for the game, but for life?... no more. |
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I have come here to end my lifeand |
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I will do it with this rusty knife. |
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It will all be over soon and |
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I'll be through...to find my way to you |
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Loving Death...like she was at the |
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End.Love and |
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Death...can unite their souls again. |
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Loving Death...he'll make it through it all. |
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Love and Death...go hand in hand once more. |
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Is life too precious? |
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He knows it ain't. |
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Well, it never could have gone any other way...nicely, slowly, enjoying the pain...and the soul will finish its jail. |
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The wind will cry my name as the dark now cries her's. |
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By then I've silenced. |
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No final words said to this world. |
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Loving Death...like they were back then. |
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Love and Death...have united through his end. |
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Loving Death...as blood flows on the shore. |
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Love and Death...go hand in hand once more. |
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Love and Death forever more. |
