| So your promise to live expired
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| Got old before your lips went dry and I fel the breeze inside to caress
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| What’s left the open fire
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| The truth
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| The trust
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| The faith took part but cannot stay
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| Still we felt cold
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| Freezing flames of this funeral pyre
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| Dead desire
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| Built to brake down, made to wither away
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| Come along too
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| For the last time very little of me wants to surrender in brief war
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| Despite the things I’ve said the crush no longer care
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| Beyond the smile I hate and the more I hate the more I think of you
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| The more I think of you |