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| | |  I go on searching for the past that was stolen from me.
Wandering on through this city, so strange to see.
Choked by the scent of flames that seems to cling to me.
Didn't we both say out goodbyes and go our seperate ways?
When you see the face of hell it will squeeze your heart dry.
Fighting on seems so pointless now.
If this must be my fate then I'll make my mind up now.
So, please won't you just leave me be another day.
Oh, will tomorrow hold something new to see? |
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