| Cruel Melody |
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| If I could paint your picture, |
| I"d paint you as the sea, |
| I"d let your arms become the tide, |
| if I could fall into you, |
| i"d let you swallow me, |
| so AI could see from inside, |
| it"s a cruel melody, |
| that you see when i"m awake, |
| trying to find where the sun shines in a land thats turning grey, |
| and it"s a cruel memory to look back on where we where, |
| cause my past is a poison and i"ll never find the cure |
