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There's this vision of red colour on the stainless snow |
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Painful senses, kindly coldness |
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The shy warmness fleeing little by little |
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Let the place to the emptiness of unknown feelings |
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Smile then bleed |
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You smile? |
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No affection on my face |
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Each heartbeat I can feel is like a slow step to chaos |
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Irremediably attracted to the other side |
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A long way to the breakpoint |
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I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood |
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As the macabre furrow of my life |
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I dream about beautiful work I let behind |
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Transported by the desire to lose all that remains me |
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My eyes are closed |
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And I hear this voice repeating this words "smile then bleed" |
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White and red together are splendid |
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A long way to the breakpoint |
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I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood |
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As the macabre furrow of my life |
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The landscape is peaceful and hostility has disappeared |
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A piece of resplendent cruelty, progeny of the sufferings inside |
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I let you as memory this glorious picture |
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Where the colours of life and death are mixed in a last breath |
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Then I put the light off |
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A long way to the breakpoint |
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I saw the gleam and followed it, this trail tinged with blood |
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As the macabre furrow of my life |
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Asleep with a smile on my face |