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Under the |
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Cross the |
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Dead drink our tears |
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I still feel the rain |
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The sad stillness in my pain |
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Behind me |
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I leave all disgrace |
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Taste my belief |
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I drown my sorrow in blood |
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To despice a reliance |
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Is to rely on my fire |
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Behind me |
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I leave all disgrace |
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And to be |
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One of those without a grave |
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To be One of those without a grave |
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To be buried without a singel trace |
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Burning to be buried smiling away |
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If I bleed for the |
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Moon Will you give him a cross |
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One more to bear |
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For hundred empty years |
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Cause I still cry in pain |
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As I watch you washing his cross in bloodtears |
