It haunts me that my pain pours out in symphony
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When measures and harmony can rip my insides out
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My passion is the blood that drips from open wounds
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Best friend's creation captures the essence of my sorrow
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I unravel as my defenses wither
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My devotion is stirring ablaze
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Another tearful ending as notes strike the pain
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My hands begin to tremble
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As all my emotions are stirring ablaze
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Another tearful ending as notes strike the pain
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My hands begin to tremble
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My passion is the blood that drips from open wounds
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Essence Of Creation
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| Dead Blue Sky |
