| Now my child, you would be five; |
| through everything by my side
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| In this fin de siècle spirit; |
| this age of selfishness
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| Did we permit everything to slip away?
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| Did i lose everything i believed in?
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| Is there no tomorrow? |
| only thoughts for today
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| Is there no tomorrow? |
| i trusted you
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| Should you have been brought into this cold dark world
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| Fatherless, abandoned with our child within
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| In this life there are no fathers not on heaven nor on earth
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| We spend our life searching for this lost fragment of our soul
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| Immersed in self-indulgence is there no hope for beauty?
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| Whose arms are big enough to hold my fears?
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| Already i have more than i can bare
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| This life i once opened to joy
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| Now lies twisted in pain
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| This is dying and not loving
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| The honey now flows with blood
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| I will die with this guilt… knowing i betrayed myself |