| Tic toc the feelig stops, I sense that inner drop, it’s inside my head
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| I feel your energy, my old age enemy, hey, what’s that you said?
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| I think of all those lies, I ask the question why we did what we did
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| La Trieste calls my name, I feel I go insane
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| I thought she was dead
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| La Trieste, where are you now, do you hurt — hurt me somehow
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| La Trieste, where are you now, do you hurt — hurt me somehow
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| I wash in pores of rain to hide that hated pain for someone whose dead
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| I feel her come for me, my old age enemy, why can’t we forget?
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| I feel it coming on that feelings growing strong, stronger than hate
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| For what I used to be with you controlling me
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| I killed you but still you’re not dead
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| La Trieste…
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| It’s a feeling, it’s a feeling, it’s inside my head
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| It’s a feeling, it’s a feeling, I killed you but still you’re not dead
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| La Trieste…
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| It’s Killing me, it’s killing me, it’s killing me, it’s killing me
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| It’s killing me, it’s killing me, it’s killing me
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| I killed you but still you’re not dead
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| La Trieste…
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| It’s killing me, it’s killing me, it’s killing me, it’s killing me… |