| Their whispers become like cries
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| Tears fall from blinded eyes
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| Ninety-nine have burned as embers
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| Ninety-nine have lost their lives
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| Tired arms now fight for life
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| Amidst the crashing waves they’re drowning
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| Will you love me until mornings light?
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| And I’ll tell you what it’s like to die tonight
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| It’s too late to cry
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| Now she sees her face and screams
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| It was once so beautiful, now kissed by flames
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| And showered with glass so beautiful
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| Yet so cruel, the way love tends to be
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| Her beauty so cruel, the way love tends to be
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| Her beauty so cruel, the way love tends to be
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| Will you love me until mornings light?
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| And I’ll tell you what it’s like to die
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| Will you love me until mornings light?
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| And I’ll tell you what it’s like to die |