| Passion has enslaved my heart and cursed my soul
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| How could I have known such a beautiful thing could be so cold?
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| I saw something that I’d never seen before
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| A flower so graceful yet cruel
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| Invaded my heart with a violent storm
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| Black rose why do you pierce me with your thorns?
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| Black rose for you this poor soul was born
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| Black rose can’t you see inside
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| This cold and shattered heart of mine?
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| Black rose you make torture into an art
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| When you drive your thorns right into my heart
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| Passion has enslaved my heart and cursed my soul
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| I should have known better than to touch the thorns of a black rose
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| A dream of two hearts as one almost came to be true
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| But what could have been love was destroyed by the wickedness that lives
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| Inside you |