| So much life I dedicate to you, life that I sacrifice
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| And it costs me death to keep you
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| Either way it transforms
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| It is upset, it is deformed...
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| I fix you, I brush you, I dust you
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| I make you up…
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| So much life I dedicate to you, life that I sacrifice
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| And it costs me death to keep you…
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| Your path is always beauty and vanity (how depressing)
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| Your reflection is your defenseless false reality (almost always)
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| Fashion is your daily bread (your soul mutilates)
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| And you always feed your costume…
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| And in death you will always live, in death
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| You will always live, in death you will always live...
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| The truth is artificial like everything natural
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| He kills you, you adore him and you fall in love with him.
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| Excess you remove, excess you put
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| It wrinkles, you iron it, it decomposes…
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| You are beautiful, you are sad
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| You're ugly, you're sad...
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| The truth is artificial like everything natural
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| He kills you, you adore him and you fall in love with him...
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| Your path is always beauty and vanity (how depressing)
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| Your reflection is your defenseless false reality (almost always)
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| Fashion is your daily bread (your soul mutilates)
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| And you always feed your costume…
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| And in death you will always live, in death
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| You will always live, in death you will always live... |