| That is not fear in my eyes*
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| I just, want to see love tonight…
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| Love, safe from the world
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| Love, saved & buried
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| I remember them, I once knew
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| Two became one, their journey was just began
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| On the path I would never find, but I could find them
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| At the end of the path, I will never find…
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| Here I’m standing bravely above them
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| Mud on my hands, I am, almost there
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| Here I’m standing bravely, above them
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| With a thousand roses I did bring
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| Watching proudly, they’re embracing before me
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| Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers
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| Man who’s used, abused and without the Muse
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| Feels himself, finally fulfilled
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| Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me
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| Maybe I won’t leave them, maybe I will keep them
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| Maybe I will never lay them into rest again
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| Disdain was mine while walking thin line and when
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| The line ends or bends my way into dark — I’ll be the perfect mark!
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| For them who’ll travel my steps into depths, here’s no room for tears
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| But I was weak, I was weak and I wept
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| Here I standing bravely, above them
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| Mud on my hands, I am, almost there
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| Here I standing bravely, above them
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| Blood on my hands, the same color as the, roses I did bring
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| Watching their bodies, rotting slowly from inside
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| The expiration dates of them has been long time ago passed by
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| Still this is the only thing I want to remember!
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| Watching proudly, they’re embracing before me
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| Sweetly rotting lovers on the withering flowers
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| Man who’s used, abused and without the Muse
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| Feels himself, finally fulfilled…
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| Watching proudly, now they are embracing before me
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| Maybe I won’t leave them, maybe I will keep them
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| Maybe I will never lay them into rest again
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| Disdain was mine, while walking thin line and when
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| The line ends or bends my way into dark — I’ll be the perfect mark
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| For them who’ll travel my steps into depths here’s no room for tears
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| But I was weak, I was weak and I wept… |