| Till they put us under grass
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| I’ll follow you with an empty heart
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| Till they turn us into ash
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| You know the woman I love
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| Is nothing more than skin and bone
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| You know the woman I love
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| Is nothing more than skin and bone
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| She took all my love
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| With her to the graveyard
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| She took all my love
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| With her to the graveyard
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| Till they put us under grass
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| Till they turn us into ash
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| Till they turn us into grass
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| Till they all become some ash
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| An empty heart
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| I hear her singing every night in the wind
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| She says «Come closer, now it’s nice and cold»
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| I hear her singing every night in the wind
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| She says «Come hold me, now it’s nice and cold»
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| Till they put us under grass
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| Till they turn us into ash
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| Till they turn us into grass
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| Till they all become some ash
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| I’ll follow you with that empty heart
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| An empty heart |