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I crossed into Europe |
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With the same urgent dreams of home |
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I soaked my skin in the wine of sin |
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Under the fountains of Rome |
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Saw through all the feigned bravery |
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And your love was but a sadness |
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Coming over me |
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And with a fearless heart |
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I fell apart |
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Who will join me in this solitude now? |
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Is my penance over? |
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From the red dungeons of Naples |
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To the white cliffs of Dover |
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I will lay and I'll betray |
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For I pine for what is mine |
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I was made for decay |
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I turn wine into brine |
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I'm the sacrifice of spring |
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As seen though the dead mayfly's wing |
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I'm the ideal soon sparkles |
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A beauty turned to harshness |
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And I'll reap |
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But now all my anger |
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Lies scattered within me |
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How to father the new race? |
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You threw it at me like stones |
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All this praise |
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And just like me you were taking |
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As much pleasure |
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In making this promise |
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As in breaking it |
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Just a little later |
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Who will join me in this solitude now? |
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Is my penance over? |
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From the red dungeons of Naples |
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To the white cliffs of Dover |
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I will slay and I'll betray |
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For I pine for what is mine |
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I was made for decay |
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I turn wine into brine |
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I'm the sacrifice of spring |
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As seen through the dead mayfly's wing |
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I'm the ideal soon sparkles |
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A beauty turned to harshness |
