............
I'm not the woman for your silent happiness!
And you already know.............
Some preacher damned me and i'm crucified,
black crows are digging in my soul.
I know your anger,i'm the sacrifice
so take a charcoal from my heart
and draw me naked on our bedroom's wall
than throw your knife and cut me deeper
'cause i won't breathe for you no more!
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