| Over the troubles
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| Still bleeding on your tomb
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| Still lying, betraying but living
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| One more night without…
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| Stuck in a corner of her head
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| As if she could never be safe
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| Pale, the skin of our corpses fades to grey
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| On the concrete we lay
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| The back of her neck still sweating cold
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| Over the troubles she roam, alone
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| Tasting the bitter kisses of hell
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| Deception, we failed
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| Don’t need this razor anymore
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| Cut me! |
| Sh left enough to a whore
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| Mayb she could never be saved
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| Her sins on a bed of regrets
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| I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it
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| Long is the night if you play with the angel’s dust
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| Slow like your tongue when you possessed by demon’s lust
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| She could not remember the sun light
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| We ´re all creatures at midnight
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| God is a pervert ‘cause he watches us do
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| And the fallen lead is through…
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| Grave’s flowers bloom and her soul is gone
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| 32 years drowned into the fog
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| The back of her neck still sweating cold
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| Over the troubles she roam, alone
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| Tasting the bitter liquid of hell
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| Frustration, we failed
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| Don’t need this razor anymore
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| Cut me! |
| She left enough to a whore
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| Maybe she could never be saved
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| Her sins on a bed of regrets
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| I throw my heart to the lions and watch them eat it |