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A Gothic Love Song |
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I'm clicking your fingers |
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for a gothic twilight |
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that actually existed |
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just in your head |
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your fingernails painted black or bloodred I forget |
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and your fake-leather volumes jabbering on hell |
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manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale |
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your eyes tried so hard to glitter |
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a star-snuffing black so you opened your books |
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and you opened your legs and so opened your heart |
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and let in the badness you claimed as your friend |
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with un-angels hovering like flies around the orchard |
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that had covered your soul their empire increasing |
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and your country deserted by your self |
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the bells of st. mary call us to remember |
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that life is with end |
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and the gestures can kill us moreover destroy |
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and there is one judgment only |
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your letters came daily in french or in german |
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but they meant to me nothing i caught the slow chords |
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and dry ice fogging your mind |
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i see all too clearly now why you could be discarded |
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and though i could pray for you i probably shan't |
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having had my cup filled up with your lies and your make-up |
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you were nothing thinking you're something |
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and nonetheless i still write this gothic love song |
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a sign to myself and the memory of my past |
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i still write this gothic love song |
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a sign to myself and the memory of my past |
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and a way to shut out your face |
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