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Hate grows, |
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Breaking hearts. |
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Beg and supplicate, |
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But there's no forgiving sins of all the dreams you stole. |
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You're the same old songs, |
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Bitter smile in heart. |
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'Cause no one can, |
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Let the tidal waves go their way, |
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In this unkind goodbye. |
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Suffering 'till no emotions can sense hope, |
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They gifted you a black heart. |
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Are they gone to see the end? |
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These kind of eyes wide move in my way, |
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Somehow you blow all the reasons away. |
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These faults, all these tears, |
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Won't bring me back today. |
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All these lies that I left behind. |
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Time figures that you're wrong. |
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Can't you see? |
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Bring all your lies to me, |
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Bring them. |
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Why don't you want to put this to an end? |
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What of the vow we had? |
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Liar. |
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Wait to swear. |
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You don't know a thing about it. |
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I owe you nothing more. |
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Fainted heart. |
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She walks as if the rain proceeds few steps behind her, |
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(Accept the loneliness). |
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She moves with all the winds and all the clouds upon her, |
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(Give her a chance). |
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She beats time to the tidal waves, |
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(Choosing moments) choosing moments, rhythm of my breath. |
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And she calls me with no name, |
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And she finds so hard to stay here, |
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Will all these middle times give us a will? |
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'Cause there's more than a way. |
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But without you there's no other side. |
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Back in her sleepless nightmares, |
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She sucks the pain. |
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When do I make her know that she's rid? |
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Draw them a portrait of suspicion for you. |
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If I died would you say what you did to me? |
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And nothing more, and nothing more. |
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But what rests today makes a follower, |
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They are nothing to me. |
