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Set your saints on fire
I think about the lies i've wasted on you
bring the end up close and dead
think about the days we spent alone
days far and gone long ago...
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At night we come
at day we go
to tell the truth
as ever told
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Drowning in a river of illusions
made by self induced confusions
no more truths and no more lives
using my hate as your device
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I wake up
missing you
like always
I seem to do...
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To look in your eyes
to see my desire
to hide under your stare
to feel your love and glare
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מוניקה
התינשאי לי? אם
כן חייגי לטלפון
555-1234!
ביל קלי...
קליינשטין. כן.
קליינשטיין. |
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