| Somewhere there‘s a garden of everlasting love within me
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| But I fear that all you can see are the scars that grace my skin
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| These lightless walks will chafe us and just the drugs keep us warm
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| People feel so lonely in the dark, I feel so lonely in the light
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| I feel so sad about the people
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| That never made it behind the bars of their hometown
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| That never saw these bottomless depths
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| That never walked these mires, I have walked
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| Worth the pain that has burned me and scarred my soul
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| For having been allowed to walk where I have walked
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| Which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth and back again
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| Under, far beneath, through it, in it… …and above…
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| My dear, the concept of «home» is such a vague notion
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| As I can‘t stay in the same place for more than three days
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| Once you told me, that I‘ll never find home without leaving
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| But now I saw so many places, I at least forgot them all
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| So I’m lying in my bed, in my house
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| And all I want to do is to go home…
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| I had to promise them that I won’t go, but nevertheless, I will leave
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| I’d like to think they must have known that I would do this one day
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| So I hope to arrive at my burial late, psychotic and wasted
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| Cause when it’s about death, I feel nothing at all
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| Nothing but anticipation
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| Nothing at all
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| And I will never regret all the wounds you inflicted on me
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| Cause another two of these scars and the world is dead
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| For how I harmed you, my dear… …I am sorry…
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| But as this last summer passed I could no longer bear the pain
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| This was our last autumn and I’ll take the blame
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| …I'm so fucking sorry… …but that’s how it ends… |