| All passion spent
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| We stay deaf to everything
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| All lost a shame
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| All words of peace have died away
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| Both on our lips
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| And in our hearths
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| All passion spent
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| Now
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| To go on and fail me
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| Come on and break me for good
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| 'cause sometimes
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| We feel alive
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| Oh, why don’t you fail me
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| Go on and break me once more
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| Let’s combine
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| In a dance of war
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| Either left to rot in difference
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| Or left to drown in despair
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| You shall turn around
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| And you should die from this life and be reborn to mine
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| Now
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| To go on and fail me
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| Come on and break me for good
|
| 'cause sometimes
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| We feel alive
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| Oh, why don’t you fail me
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| Go on and break me once more
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| Lets come bind
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| In a dance of war
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| Go on and fail me
|
| Come on and break me once more
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| 'cause sometimes
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| We come alive
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| To be more than uninvolved
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| And all so cold and cruel
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| And most of all so ugly
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| And imprecise
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| Oh, I felt like I was going to dive
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| Into a cruel sea of lust when
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| She said: «Saviours, they come and go.»
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| Oh, I felt like I was going to dive
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| Into a cruel sea of lust when
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| She said: «Saviours, they come and go.»
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| Oh, why don’t you fail me
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| Come on and break me for good
|
| 'cause sometimes
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| We feel alive
|
| Oh, why don’t you fail me
|
| Go on and break me once more
|
| Let’s combine
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| In a dance of war |