| The end
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| The songwriter’s dead
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| The blade fell upon him
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| Taking him to the white lands
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| Of empathica
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| Of innocence
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| Empathica
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| Innocence
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| The dreamer and the wine
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| Poet without a rhyme
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| A widow writer torn apart by chains of Hell
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| One last perfect verse
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| It’s still the same old song
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| Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become
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| Take me home
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| Get away, run away, fly away
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| Lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway
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| I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
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| I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world
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| Forgive me
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| I have but two faces
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| One for the world
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| One for God
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| Save me
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| I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
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| I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world
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| My home was there and then, those meadows of heaven
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| Adventure-filled days
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| One with every smiling face
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| Please, no more words
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| Thoughts from a severed head
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| No more praise
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| Tell me once my heart goes right
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| Take me home
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| Get away, run away, fly away
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| Lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway
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| I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
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| I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world
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| Forgive me
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| I have but two faces
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| One for the world
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| One for God
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| Save me
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| I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
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| I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world, a whore for this cold world,
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| a whore for this cold world
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| Sparkle my scenery
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| With Turquoise waterfall
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| With beauty underneath
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| The ever free
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| Tuck me in beneath the blue
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| Beneath the Pain
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| Beneath the rain
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| Goodnight kiss for a child in time
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| Swaying blade my lullaby
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| On the shore we sat and hoped
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| Under the same pale moon
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| Whose guiding light chose you
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| Chose you all
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| «I'm afraid, I’m so afraid
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| Being raped, again and again, and again
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| I know I will die alone
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| But loved
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| You live long enough to hear the sounds of guns
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| Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
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| Live long enough to see your friends betray you
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| For years I’ve been strapped unto this altar
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| Now I only have three minutes and counting
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| I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me
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| A death I always longed for."
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| 2nd robber to the right of Christ
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| Cut in half — infanticide
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| The world will rejoice today
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| As the crows feast on the rotting poet
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| Everyone must bury their own
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| No pack to bury the heart of stone
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| Now he`s home in hell, serves him well
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| Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
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| The morning dawned upon his altar
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| Remains of the dark passion play
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| Performed by his friends without shame
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| Spitting on his grave as they came
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| Get away, run away, fly away
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| Lead me astray to dreamer’s hideaway
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| I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
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| I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world
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| Forgive me
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| I have but two faces
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| One for the world
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| One for God
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| Save me
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| I cannot cry cause the shoulder cries more
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| I cannot die, I, a whore for this cold world, a whore for this cold world,
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| a whore for this cold world
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| «Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
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| Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
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| He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day
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| The music he wrote had too long been without silence
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| He was found naked and dead
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| With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.»
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| Save me
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| Be still, my son
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| You`re home
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| Oh when did you become so cold?
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| The blade will keep on descending
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| All you need is to feel my love
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| Search for beauty, find your shore
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| Try to save them all, bleed no more
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| You have such oceans within
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| In the end, I will always love you
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| The beginning |