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When the bow breaks the cradle will fall. |
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I am in shape for the game, but for life ? ... no more. |
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I have come here to end my life |
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and I will do it with this rusty knife. |
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It will all be over soon and I'll be through... |
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to find my way to you |
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Loving Death... |
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like she was at the End. |
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Love and Death... |
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can unite their souls again. |
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Loving Death... |
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he'll make it through it all. |
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Love and Death... |
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go hand in hand once more. |
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Is life too precious ? |
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He knows it ain't. |
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Well, it never could have gone any other way... |
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nicely, slowly, enjoying the pain... |
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and the soul will finish its jail. |
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The wind will cry my name as the dark now cries her's. |
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By then I've silenced. |
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No final words said to this world. |
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Loving Death... |
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like they were back then. |
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Love and Death... |
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have united through his end. |
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Loving Death... |
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as blood flows on the shore. |
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Love and Death... |
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go hand in hand once more. |
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Love and Death forever more. |
