| The life has gone from this room
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| There is no future for me
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| There was dancing, and the mood
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| Shifted from tender to a lifeless beat
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| Needless happy as in June
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| When this battle stained the white with bleeding
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| I will not be equal to
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| The fool who cherishes her own misdeed
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| Look at the stars in the winter sky
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| Everything will bleed tonight
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| What a beautiful day to die
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| The last I saw of myself
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| Was a shadow in the water stream
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| In the life that I have left
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| To walk into the land of defeat
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| And this is home, this is wealth
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| Awakening to the sound of the sea
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| Where I can watch from a distance
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| And rule my land of misery
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| Look at the stars in the winter sky
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| Everything will bleed tonight
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| What a beautiful day to die
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| Feel the air grow cold and dry
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| Everything will be just fine
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| What a beautiful day to die
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| The shadow from the former
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| Over my shoulder, waiting to take me home
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| I heard its every call
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| I know what it wants
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| I’m willing to leave for home
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| The shadow from the former
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| Over my shoulder, waiting to take me home
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| I heard its every call
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| I know what it wants
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| I’m willing to leave for home |