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From the brightest constellation |
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To the darkest revelation |
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It's the purest of sensations |
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To be haunted by you |
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From the seeds of our creation |
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To the last annihilation |
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There is one thing which is certain |
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I'm still haunted by you |
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When words are crushed |
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Into powder and dust |
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I shall rise up born anew |
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Haunted by you |
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From the lowest aspiration |
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To the greatest expectation |
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Without doubt or hesitation |
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I'm still haunted by you |
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In this age of exploitation |
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With it's empty imitations |
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It's a sweet intoxication |
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To be haunted by you |
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When words are crushed |
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Into powder and dust |
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I shall rise up born anew |
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Haunted by you |
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When you led me out on the wire |
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And you sang in my head like a choir |
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Well you stole my breath |
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And you scared me to death |
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But for you I would fling myself |
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Willingly into the fire |
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From the brightest constellation |
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To the darkest revelations |
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It's the purest of sensations |
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To be haunted by you |
