| On this shame covered floor I lie
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| Blackened memories
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| In my truth there’s no alibi
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| Only this cold disease
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| There’s a gathering storm inside me
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| I’ve run out of ways to fly
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| And nothing can change last December
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| There’s no turning back
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| And I’d be a fool if if I took that ride, it’s a one way track oooh
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| In this dark haunted room I pray
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| She will turn the key
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| And save me from dying here
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| One kiss and I’ll be free
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| But the desperate cries around me
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| Turn silent as I go blind
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| And nothing can change last December
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| There’s no turning back
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| And I’d be a fool if if I took that ride, it’s a one way track oooh |