Blood dripped from my eyes, I got used to it, didn't you see?
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I'm drowned in the dark, my moonlight did not return
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Take this heart and embroider it once
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God forbid, what a view
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It smells like burning, as if the whites of your eyes today
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Loving you is the last mind I lost
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If you say that I didn't die for this love
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Get caught in my eyes like a broken tape
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I'm still under the influence of those cobbled streets
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And the goddamn mornings I wake up without you
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Nights complain about me, I complain about nights
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How inviting is this disturbing darkness every night
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It continues after your absence
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Is it making you groan?
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This is a copy of what I left in the corner years ago
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It's not hard for an ungrateful to gouge out his eyes
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Let whatever is left, come and put it in its place
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O leave my heart in my hands
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What is this, now fill my eyes
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Is it you or me lying
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You're still standing in the middle of my heart
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You're the one who hit my hopes
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I don't have an excuse to smile
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Leave the winter rain in my eyes
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Whatever is left, come and leave it
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O leave my heart in my hands
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What is this, now fill my eyes
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Is it you or me lying
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You're still standing in the middle of my heart
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You're the one who hit my hopes
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I don't have an excuse to smile
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Leave the winter rain in my eyes
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Neither your face is clear woman nor your past is past
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What is it to spend for a past that does not pass?
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Did the tears flow from my eyes and touch your eyes?
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What does it mean to say that you love that you don't love anymore?
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The massacre of peace my feelings blood limit
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All the roads I've come to you are now snow and bliss
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What did you think of yourself that I didn't see your lies?
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The last poem I wrote is dead, isn't the poet dead?
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I'm injured now, I can't brew
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I can't take a grudge from a woman for the sake of stubbornness.
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I'm shattered, breaking even more
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Your dagger of treason still with the handle is right in my soul
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The scruffy love exile of forbidden loves
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Fragrant pleasure hyacinth of faces that smell of lies
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I don't believe in the ground bayonet approaching someone
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This is the love diary of the man who lives in the dark
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Let whatever is left, come and put it in its place
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O leave my heart in my hands
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What is this, now fill my eyes
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Is it you or me lying
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You're still standing in the middle of my heart
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You're the one who hit my hopes
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I don't have an excuse to smile
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Leave the winter rain in my eyes
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Whatever is left, come and leave it
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O leave my heart in my hands
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What is this, now fill my eyes
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Is it you or me lying
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You're still standing in the middle of my heart
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You're the one who hit my hopes
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I don't have an excuse to smile
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Leave the winter rain in my eyes |