| The ideal, he seems quite uneasy
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| Is almost crying, and he just sits there
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| He’s got a pair of dark, innocent eyes
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| «So tell me.» |
| The lies quivers together. |
| «Tell me, don’t shy away.» |
| Scared
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| «Tell me.» |
| The lies squeeze each other, very tightly
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| This is like a prayer, I thought, till the night came
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| Bring it down, you’ve got the blade in your left hand. |
| Don’t hesitate
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| Trying to or not trying to terminate, he has some tears in his eyes
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| Caught off-guard, his eyes give somewhat dismayed look
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| With the innocence deep inside
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| Look, it’s so wistful. |
| Why, why do you blame me?
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| The melody penetrates his chest, and stops him crying
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| The melody penetrates his chest, and makes him pray
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| It drives him insane, oh he still has those innocent eyes
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| It makes him pray
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| «How does it feel to be driven insane?»
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| He still has it in the chest, it seems
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| Somehow he feels it’s inside of himself
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| The Satan might have given him nowhere to go
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| It’s sticking into his chest, and it’s the Satan |