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In my darkest hour I breathe out the name and sigh |
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I'm for her to devour to rape with whips of shame... and I sigh |
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The state I ache to be in, the state I crave for |
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The bringer of the night |
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reveals the blessing disguised with one touch |
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A shepherd for her blind, a light into these eyes... with one touch |
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The state I ache to be in, the state I crave for |
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So, can you see I believe by the blood that I seep |
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that it's worth all the hurt |
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and the tears that I desperately weep |
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Can you see I believe and no longer grieve |
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And it's worth all the hurt and the fears that I desperately keep |