| You forgot to close the window
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| Artificial candles, artificial air
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| Mirrors don't see me
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| Mirrors blind, crooked hatred
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| Dreams like crystals, pearls
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| How the glasses cut, how, how it hurts
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| Eyes closed, eyes blue
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| Tempting skin shine
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| Blood on my lips
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| The pain is not felt, it is gone
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| Blood on my lips
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| The pain is not felt, it is gone
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| I'll be waiting for you there
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| I'll be waiting for you there
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| Down there, down there, down there, down there
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| Blank pages without note pain
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| Paper knife so light, so sharp
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| I'll give you all the silver balls
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| A lot of it has accumulated in the wounds of the time
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| Tear-off blanket from great breasts
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| I touched my hair, my mind was lost in the wind
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| The sky fell over the city
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| Ice, hail, ice and
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| Blood on my lips
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| The pain is not felt, it is gone
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| Blood on my lips
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| The pain is not felt, it is gone
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| I'll be waiting for you there
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| I'll be waiting for you there
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| Down there, down there, down there, down there
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| Blood on my lips
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| The pain is not felt, it is gone
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| Blood on my lips
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| The pain is not felt, it is gone
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| I'll be waiting for you there
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| I'll be waiting for you there
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| Down there, down there, down there, down there, down |