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A knife to cut the skin |
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A cave to hide in |
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I open myself to you |
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Counting the scars I bear |
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I know I should be there |
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But soon the day will come - when we leave |
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I think I found my place |
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I found the truth in you |
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We stood among the ruins |
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No more I fear the night |
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Your eyes bring the light |
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The door is opening into the shrine of sleep |
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Deep in the woods |
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stands an abandoned house |
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Its windows face the night |
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Behind the green door, |
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we have the suicide shrine |
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The flowers of Orient cover the bed |
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To be anywhere out of this world, in peace |
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To leave these cruel woods behind. Release! |
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When I open my eyes, clouds are dancing in the sky |
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High in the air, strange birds fly |
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Warm wind brings luxurious scent of unknown flowers |
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On this perfect grass, we make love for a thousand hours |
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I kiss your wounds, and in our eyes they disappear |
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The valley below has a veil of gentle rain |
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Never again will we have to feel the pain |
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The purple mist conceals a giant mountain |
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All its streams run to the shining fountain |
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Once, in a dream, I have been here, |
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But now, when with you, I have no fear |
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And when night falls upon the horizon, there is a blaze |
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Our hearts rejoice |
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The old world has reached its dying days |
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I kiss your wounds, and in our eyes they disappear |
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You hold me tight, and our minds, once distraught, now crystal clear |
