| Between last breaths and first regrets
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| The days dragged on like cigarettes
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| In the distance martyrs and martinets
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| Dally, dancing with the empty silhouettes of threats
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| So, where but heaven does love end
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| And where on earth does it begin
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| It’s not the kind of love that is pinned
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| Like a medal
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| Or presses pennies in a tin
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| There is hope, and after that, there is only faith
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| Love like a wraith
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| Never made me afraid
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| Consoled as I was by that shade
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| Here lie the roses in the ashes
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| Deep as the barnacles that cling
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| Just like a lace that runs through everyone and everything
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| In that other still forever
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| In that time before the past
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| I told myself we’d be together
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| Can you promise me that it will be eternally?
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| There is hope, and after that, there is only faith
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| Love like a wraith
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| Never made me afraid
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| Consoled as I was by that shade |