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With you I sleep undistracted, but when daylight dyes our room... |
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These walls start to bleed; they drip venom in our words |
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And I spew the unthinkable out: |
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This should not be, there is no last attempt |
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It ends now, the clash of two rivals; passion and contempt |
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Wake me up and leave a rose before you go |
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Its fragrance will charm you again when it withers beside your stone |
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In the wake of this madness I feel reborn, |
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Revived by the air I share with no-one |
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But is this my deliverance or your revenge? |
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Now each day brings a deafening silence |
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And when colours fade to one, they attack; yearning and remorse |
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Tear me down from the trail I walk alone |
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Without direction, without control |
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In the wake of this madness I feel reborn, |
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Revived by the air I share with no-one |
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But is this my deliverance or your revenge? |
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My lungs burn with your breath and yet my soul suffocates without |
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It's the paradox of two.... |
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In the wake of this madness I feel reborn. |
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Revived by the air I share with no-one |
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But is this my deliverance or your revenge? |
