I awake on the verge of tears
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from horrid dreams feeding my fears
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I awake from the taste of my tears
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from horrid dreams feeding my fears
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...the conclusion is that the track is lost for ever
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and the twilight is severely severed...
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Do you remember the rose I held in my hand
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as we defiled virtue with a vile intent
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we shared the cold night and a Kodak kiss
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mirror souls, mirror bliss...
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I descend...
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Mirror Souls
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| Enslavement Of Beauty |
