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All passion spent |
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We stay deaf to everything |
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All lost a shame |
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All words of peace have died away |
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Both on our lips |
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And in our hearths |
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All passion spent |
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Now |
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To go on and fail me |
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Come on and break me for good |
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'cause sometimes |
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We feel alive |
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Oh, why don't you fail me |
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Go on and break me once more |
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Let's combine |
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In a dance of war |
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Either left to rot in difference |
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Or left to drown in despair |
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You shall turn around |
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And you should die from this life and be reborn to mine |
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Now |
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To go on and fail me |
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Come on and break me for good |
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'cause sometimes |
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We feel alive |
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Oh, why don't you fail me |
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Go on and break me once more |
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Lets come bind |
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In a dance of war |
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Go on and fail me |
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Come on and break me once more |
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'cause sometimes |
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We come alive |
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To be more than uninvolved |
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And all so cold and cruel |
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And most of all so ugly |
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And imprecise |
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Oh, I felt like I was going to dive |
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Into a cruel sea of lust when |
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She said: "Saviours, they come and go." |
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Oh, I felt like I was going to dive |
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Into a cruel sea of lust when |
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She said: "Saviours, they come and go." |
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Oh, why don't you fail me |
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Come on and break me for good |
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'cause sometimes |
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We feel alive |
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Oh, why don't you fail me |
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Go on and break me once more |
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Let's combine |
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In a dance of war |
