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On the seventh day he arrived to stay, a sky so grey opened up for him. |
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Like a hallow man, he kneels down to pray without a shame, calling her name. |
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Christina bleeds. |
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The rope's caress, it's oh, so tight. |
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A hanged man's love the last despise. |
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Christina bleeds. |
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Rope is tight, so fucking tight. |
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Her fragile touch the last thing he felt. |
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And Christina bleeds. |
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As the evening crawls she feels the loss when the wind weeps through, the promise carved in cross. |
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In the evil dusk she disappear for the lust, lost love that sears. |
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Christina bleeds. |
