| Look out, here it is again
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| The master of pain and pleasure
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| Wake up or you will go insane
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| It’s the art that we used to call love
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| It’s waiting, graving
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| Something that makes you feel loved
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| It’s bleeding and dreaming
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| Searching for the reason to go on
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| I know that your heart is always on fire
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| You’re losing yourself to desire
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| Your body is weak and so tired
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| And you are ready to die for this love
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| When you get lost
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| things will never be the same
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| You will carry the shadow of broken soul
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| «The less I care the less I cry»
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| You said and now your eyes
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| Are smiling but your soul is dead
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| It’s waiting, graving
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| Something that makes you feel loved
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| It’s bleeding and dreaming
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| Searching for the reason to go on
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| I know that your heart is always on fire
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| You’re losing yourself to desire
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| Your body is weak and so tired
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| And you are ready to die for this love
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| Is it the pain you feel, that makes your world more real?
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| Was it the perfect sin that murdered your only dream?
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| In sickness and in death, no memories, no regret
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| Until life do us apart
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| I know that your heart is always on fire
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| You’re losing yourself to desire
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| Your body is weak and so tired
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| And you are ready to die for this love |