| (Our marriage?
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| You promised me warmth, peace and Harmony
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| And what do I get instead of the wars and the lies
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| Everyday since you spoke of leaving, taking the kids
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| Oh, may god forgive my comparisment of you as a Harlot
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| Till death did do us part?
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| You will never see me again, I’m gone, goodbye)
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| Oh, matrimonial gods of romance
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| I took refuge to your throne
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| Deceived by the light of your heavens
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| I passed my bridal days
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| And I collapsed in a forlorn paradise
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| Through forgotten fields of remembrance
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| As the moments of harmony die
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| We cry with Ebony hearts of grief
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| (They spoke of loyalty before god
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| But not gods appearance could bless their lie
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| The stars in number, the day’s they cried
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| Alone at birth, alone they died.)
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| I move through a murdered Eden
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| Under a forsaken sky
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| Where our mothers enjoyed our birth
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| While they should have cried
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| I revolve from need into passion,. |
| Hurting
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| Hurting stubborn passion
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| Enamoured spirits dance
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| They suffer eachothers enthralment
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| In a forever lost existence
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| They tear our souls into disharmony
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| Tragedy and tears are kings in this world
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| Day by day… We live to leave |