sweet revenge is spoken then
in the twilight it is gone
to living lies with no escape
hard,i would rather be alone
i press my fingers to the wood
to tell you of my dreaming
to sing you songs from olden times
to keep the love light anymore
cause there's a place where we can go
where we will not be parted
and who alone will enter there?
only the broken hearted..
in the twilight it is gone
to living lies with no escape
hard,i would rather be alone
i press my fingers to the wood
to tell you of my dreaming
to sing you songs from olden times
to keep the love light anymore
cause there's a place where we can go
where we will not be parted
and who alone will enter there?
only the broken hearted..
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