| Lovers carve names in the sand
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| I wrote our ones on a rock face
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| Now that you’re gone words they stabd
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| I’m climbing again chisel in hand
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| Pain carved my soul whith a slash
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| Pain carves a ditch of foundation
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| How many tower must crash…
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| … down until the ditch is deep enough
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| to hold up my tower, this desperate hour
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| the toil and the pain
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| the anger i stand to… must end!
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| Cutting off the wires is cutting my veins
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| I’ll put out the fire with blood like rain
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| Wringing out my heart rather living in pain
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| Back from the start doing it all again…
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| How could you do that? |
| We were as one,
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| just like a mother and son
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| Bonded by one cord you forced me to bite
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| Bonded by blood you deny
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| I can but love you, thanks for conception
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| Even if living is pain
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| But your love soon died in separation,
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| It’s never to rise again…
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| Birth is pain, life is pain, life is death
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| Mother you killed me, may forget
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| May you be fulfilled, slow dowm the run
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| May we end less worse we can, death at once! |