| Covered the carcass of time with flowers
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| To send the scent of blame to the grave
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| Set the darkest thoughts on fire
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| And watched the ashes climb to heaven’s gates
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| We hide behind the crimson door
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| While the summer is killed by the fall
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| Alive behind the crimson door
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| While the winter sings:
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| «Your love will be the death of me»
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| Death served wine for lovers
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| Brought from the world where devils reign
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| And intoxicated angels with sorrow
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| They witnessed in the eyes of their slaves
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| We hide behind the crimson door
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| While the summer is killed by the fall
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| Alive behind the crimson door
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| While the winter sings:
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| «Your love will be the death of me»
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| We hide behind the crimson door |