| This is a funeral for us all, emptiness
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| There is no love, it’s imaginary loneliness
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| To clutch at the hands that feed
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| Oh, let them bleed
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| Yes, she kills with words
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| Her looks alone won’t sway
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| Gives no love, it’s imaginary
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| Better this way
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| Onward with the same mistakes
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| Savor the pain
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| Hold me again, I won’t delude you
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| Am I wrong, am I wrong
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| To say that I belong to you?
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| Clutching at the hands that plead
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| Let it be, concealed in wraps
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| The odors appeal to me To touch, rejoice, this is ecstasy
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| Hold me again, I won’t delude you
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| Am I wrong, am I wrong
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| To say that I belong to you?
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| To you
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| This is a funeral for broken down loneliness
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| This is a funeral for us all, this is emptiness
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| This is emptiness, emptiness
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| This is emptiness, this is the funeral |