| In passion!
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| No letter written to me, you never screamed
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| My darling, my soul — is coming and set to be free
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| You came in the raging dusk; |
| my world it looks like death…
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| You came in the bloodred snow, my soul is now at rest.
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| You came in a cold river, your eyes are full of lies
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| In passion!
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| You act like a disease, devoted tears
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| My darling, my soul is coming and set to be free
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| A lie my world will be,
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| relief against stupidity
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| It made my trust in you discrete,
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| but why do I always have to bleed?
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| It seems the truth is less than faith,
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| A lie, a sin, will ever be made
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| We fell in passion but was it right?
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| Cos now the end is in our sight (1)
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| Together we fall apart in those drifting waters.
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| In those drifting waters!
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| You’ve never reached my skin without your tongue
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| Your eyes stared at me, oh so cold as stone
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| So cold as stone!
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| No letter written to me, you’ve never screamed
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| My darling, my soul — is coming and set to be free
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| Oh please, you’re welcome in my dream
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| but can’t you never see
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| It’s just a black screen
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| Nothing to be seen
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| All in black and white
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| Wrong or is it right?
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| Always all this pain in love and all my veins
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| To be gone! |