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My eyes slowly close |
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The light shimmers away |
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It's the beginning of the journey |
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Myriads of roads for my sins to pave |
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The lust has fled into my dreams |
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As a wayward storm |
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It's the dawn of a new night |
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Will it pass without harm |
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The road runs like a river beneath my feet |
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Although I am not moving an inch |
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Only the thoughts, |
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They dance like the tides |
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A red looking glass unfolds fragments of life |
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And how I became your willing wife |
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The ghosts of my future, all answered red |
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The moment the ring was on my finger |
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And when you found me in an other man's bed |
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Did they foretell you about my knight |
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When the key turned my chastity |
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Or was it my life destined to be dead |
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Far away battles beneath a cloak of red satin |
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The yearning of lust, a smouldering fire |
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All can be dealt with, if |
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I only wake up |
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The night drops over the shire |
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The ghosts of my past are carved in my sight |
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Wolves howl to the blue moon |
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Did I deserve this past year |
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A lone and longing fresh bride |
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Taking comfort with willing men |
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When you were gone |
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Was it your life or death |
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I feared Do they know the end of my dreams is near |
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Enforced by the hand of a bearded knight |
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An answer to the sins of the bed |
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A short thrust, the dreams fade away, |
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The knife on the floor has turned deep red, |
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In the light of the dawn this day |