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I`m clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight |
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that actually existed just in your head |
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your fingernails painted black |
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or bloodred |
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I forget |
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And your fake-leather volumes |
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jabbering on hell |
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manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhail |
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your eyes tried so hard to glitter |
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A star-snuffing black |
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so you opened your books |
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and you opened your legs |
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and so opened your heart |
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and let in the badness |
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you claimed |
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as your friend |
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with un-angels hovering |
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like flies round the orchard |
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that had covered your soul |
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their empire increasing |
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and your country |
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deserted by yourself |
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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 |
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moreover destroy |
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and there is one jugdement only |
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Your letters came daily |
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in French or in German |
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but they meant to me nothing |
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I caught the slow cords |
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and dry ice fogging your mind |
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I see all too clearly now |
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why you could be discarded |
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and though I could pray for you |
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I probably shan`t |
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having had my cup filled up |
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with your lies |
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and your makeup |
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you were nothing |
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thinking you`re something |
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And nonetheless I still write this gothic lovesong |
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a sign to myself |
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and the memory of my past |
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I still write this gothic lovesong |
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a sign to myself |
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and the memory of my past |
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and a way to shut out your face |