they tell me
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to open this door
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the curiosity becomes a scream
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what could be behind that
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behind this door
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stands a piano
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the keys are dusty
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the strings untuned
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behind this door
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she sits at the piano
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but she doesn¡¯t play anymore
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o that is so long ago
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there at the piano
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I listened to her
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and when she began to play
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I held my breath
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she said to me
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I¡¯ll stay with you forever
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but it only seemed that
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she played only for me
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I poured her blood
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in the fire of my anger
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I locked the door
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they asked for her
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there at the piano
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I listened to her
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and when she began to play
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I held my breath
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there at the piano
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I stood beside her
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it seemed that
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she played only for me
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the door is opened
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and how they scream
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I hear the mother plea
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the father strikes at me
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they free her from the piano
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and no one here believes me
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that I, deadly sick
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from suffering and stench
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there at the piano
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I listened to her
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and when she began to play
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I held my breath
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there at the piano
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she listened to me
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and when I began to play
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she held her breath
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Piano
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Rammstein |