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i'm clicking your fingers for a gothic twilight |
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that actually existed just in your head |
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your fingernails painted black or bloodred |
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i forget |
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and your fake-leather volumes |
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jabbering on hell |
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manifest decadence was what you hoped to exhale |
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your eyes tried so hard to glitter |
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a star-snuffing black |
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so you opened your books |
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and you opened your legs |
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and so opened your heart |
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and let in the badness |
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you claimed as your friend |
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with un-angels hovering |
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like flies around the orchard |
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that had covered your soul |
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their empire increasing |
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and your country deserted by your self |
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the bells of st mary call us to remember |
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that life is with end |
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and the gestures can kill us |
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moreover destroy |
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and there is one judgment only |
| [02:25.35] |
your letters came daily |
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in french or in german |
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but they meant to me nothing |
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i caught the slow chords |
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and dry ice fogging your mind |
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i see all too clearly now |
| [02:53.13] |
why you could be discarded |
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and though i could pray for you |
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i probably shan't |
| [03:05.44] |
having had my cup filled up |
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with your lies and your make-up |
| [03:16.98] |
you were nothing |
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thinking you're something |
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and nonetheless i still write |
| [03:32.00] |
this gothic lovesong |
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a sign to myself and the memory of my past |
| [03:41.56] |
i still write this gothic lovesong |
| [03:47.43] |
a sign to myselfa |
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and the memory of my past |
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and a way to shut out your face |
