| Never say that my heart seemed false, though absence seemed my flame to fade*
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| Cry my name
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| All my paintings turning to grey, though my heart keeps following your light
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| Cry my name
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| No one else has ever lived me, my stolen sense is changed since then
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| I made your own asylum, I made it 'till you’re gonna come here
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| Finding peace in roots of anger, finding pictures of your memory
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| I made your own asylum, You made it 'till I’ll come here
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| Cry my name
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| I pray for my little angel, can you hear my breathing?
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| Can you feel my breathing?
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| I pray for my fallen angel, can you hear my crying?
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| No one else has ever lived me, my stolen sense is changed since then
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| I made your own asylum, I made it 'till you’re gonna come here
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| Finding peace in roots of anger, finding pictures of your memory
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| I made your own asylum, I made it 'till you’re come here
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| Cry my name
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| I pray for my little angel, can you hear my breathing?
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| Can you feel my breathing?
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| I pray for my fallen angel, can you hear my crying?
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| Can you feel my cry?
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| The forward violet thus did I chide:
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| Sweet thief, where did you steal your sweet that smells I know, for me without
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| compare?
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| The forward violet thus did I chide:
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| Sweet thief, where did you steal your sweet that smells I feel, for me is closed
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| I pray for my little angel, can you hear my breathing?
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| Can you feel my breathing?
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| I pray for my fallen angel, can you hear my crying? |