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18.02.2007
I don’t want your mercy,
Not any more
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My heart can’t beat – broken
My body is sore
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And every faint shiver
That goes through my head
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Before it’s a thought -
It’s already dead.
And yes, I may hate you
You dare not forbid!
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Your hunger for violence
Jealousy and greed
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And yes I will die
And death might come soon
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But instead of mourning
You’ll yearn for the moon…
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