| Where were you my pale prince
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| When my heart was suffering for you?
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| Were you standing at the gate
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| The waters black and running ever deep?
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| Winter comes, on my knees
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| Petals fall, do you bleed?
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| Do you bleed?
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| Did I feel you reach for me
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| Your fingers frozen to the very bone?
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| Searching for some empathy
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| I feel the passion spilling from your veins
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| Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia?
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| Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia?
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| Distant sands, bloom to seed
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| Snow on snow, do you bleed?
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| Do you bleed?
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| After all these naked yearnings
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| Can you feel me suffering for you?
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| Can you feel me reaching for you now, Pythia?
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| Winter comes, on my knees
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| Petals fall, do you bleed?
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| Do you bleed?
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| Distant sands, bloom to seed
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| Snow on snow, do you bleed?
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| Do you bleed?
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| Where were you my pale prince |