| Everytime we meet,
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| It makes me feel so cold.
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| A shiver runs down my spine
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| And hits the core of my soul.
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| Though you also let me hear,
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| let me hear the sirens call.
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| And those infatuating voices
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| Seem to be worth dying for
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| I´m just about to break
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| I´m just about to fake
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| Im darksomely addicted to this,
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| Darksomely — for a moment of bliss.
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| It´s not worth it from my very own point of view
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| To exchange a dream for what they call truth.
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| (To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.)
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| Everytime we part
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| It makes me feel so sick.
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| There´s nothing left but pain inside
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| And a dark shade in my head.
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| For you let me see,
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| Let me see through closed eyes.
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| And those incredible images
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| Seem to compensate for all life´s lies
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| You give me something easy
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| That I can complicate
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| You give me something beautiful
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| That I can destroy and hate
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| And if it feels this good
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| It must be the perfect dream
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| Found far beyond despair
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| Hardly noticed behind the scenes.
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| Im darksomely addicted to this
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| Just for a brief moment of bliss.
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| It´s not worth it from my very own point of view
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| To exchange a dream for what they call truth.
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| (To exchange a dream for such an illusive truth.) |