| Dust and oblivion lay down onto my name
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| My stone they’ve raped with the rules of the game
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| A gray whisper dying
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| New gray day upon me
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| Fetters all the colors
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| That (once) used to be
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| No, you can’t deny it
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| Can’t deny the raining
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| Catch my tears falling…
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| And sip of me, and drink of me, at last
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| As if you didn’t know, me, memory, to tame
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| I should have known it would never be the same…
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| I’d live twice the pain to even be the flowers
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| You’d hold for me in vain
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| Dust and oblivion lay down onto my name
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| My stone they’ve raped with the rules of the game
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| I’m like lost chapters of an old an welken book
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| Please wipe your tears, my dear, and my funeral look
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| Driven by suffering
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| Haunted by hate
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| Whatever tomorrow brings
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| I sharpened my blade
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| As if you didn’t know, me, memory, to tame
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| I should have known it would never be the same
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| A gray whisper dying
|
| New gray day upon me
|
| Fetters all the colors
|
| That (once) used to be
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| No, you can’t deny it
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| Can’t deny the raining
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| Catch my tears falling…
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| And sip of me, and drink of me, at last
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| Where are the sweet poems
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| Pieces of the whole
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| Pictures of you, violins
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| To indulge my broken soul
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| Rain, music you wrote
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| For your beloved dead
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| Word splintered before
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| They could have been said
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| I’d die once more
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| To live this moment again
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| To hold you near
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| To soothe my pain
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| Driven by suffering
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| Haunted by hate |