| Please don’t guide me again
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| Could you just leave me here?
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| I’ll bury these wounds with you
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| I’ll be gone by nightfall
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| The shadow is gone
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| And then you’re leaving coldness here
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| It’s getting darker now
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| The night is drawing closer my dear
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| To writhe.
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| I found my suffering — the life
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| I hear you suffer me — to writhe
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| I bound my suffering — tonight
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| The start of cold seasons
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| Just a road of despair
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| There is no way out of here
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| Again to feel you near
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| Why do you love to torture me
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| Cut me open and leave me this way?
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| And when away of de profundis
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| You disappear from me again
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| I can feel the warm nightfall
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| As I taste the death on her lips
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| I am doomed to hold this woe
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| It’s time to kneel I’m so alone
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| To writhe.
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| I found my suffering — the life
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| I hear you suffer me — to writhe
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| I bound my suffering — tonight
|
| The start of cold seasons
|
| Just a road of despair
|
| There is no way out of here
|
| Again to feel you near
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| Why do you love to torture me
|
| Cut me open and leave me this way?
|
| And when away of de profundis
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| You disappear from me again
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| To writhe.
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| I found my suffering — the life
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| I hear you suffer me — to writhe
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| I bound my suffering — tonight |