| Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you.
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| Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many.
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| I´ve started to count backwards and now
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| I´m almost halfway through, but I fear that I never will get to zero.
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| So, now I say «oh, wont the sun rise over me».
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| All I say is; |
| «oh, won´t the sun…».
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| Even if I am tempted, I won´t apologize to you.
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| You´ve got some tender arms to enfold you and still you´re spiteful.
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| My soul is far from redemption,
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| I must submit to what i´ve done and it´s to late for me now to beg for mercy.
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| In that moment when I die, long before my heart decides to,
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| Will I be whiped-out, erased?
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| No, you will never see me surrender,
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| I´m gonna keep my head held high and I know now in whom I can trust; |
| nobody.
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| So, now I say; |
| «oh, won´t the sun rise over me».
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| All I say is; |
| «oh, won´t the sun…»
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| All i´m saying is; |
| «oh, won´t the sun rise just for me».
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| All i´m begging is… it got visual, didn´t it?
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| It gets visible, well doesn´t it?
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| It gets much too much, doesn´t it?
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| And, so it has to end. |