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I feel these needles in my skin like savage wrath |
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She holds me in her arms I'm drifting in the dark |
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This fever of my heartt this burning fever drag |
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Every breath I take will make you hunt me more |
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I have no tongue to scream |
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My eyes deluded black |
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Symphony of thr night |
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Are we leaving tonight |
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Am I aching to love you in the night |
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You feel these needles in your skin like savage wrath |
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I hold her in my arms she's drifting somewhere in the dark |
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This fever of her heart this burning fever drag |
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She has no tongue to speak |
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Are we living to die |
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Camilla all your rage will turn into sweet love |
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Are you living to die |
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Am I her just to be your sacrifice |
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Symphony of the night |
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Are we living to die |
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Am I here juste to be your sacrifice |
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Symphony of the night |
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You sense the coldness of your skin like icy glass |
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You feel your empty shadow like a faint painful call |
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They pass inside my wounded soul like mortal love |
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Hold me in my darkest hour |
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Are we living to die |
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Thine earth now springs mine fadeth |
