As the reasons came and went, and swept across
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The face of my innocence, I was lost.
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To know your face, and your true shade
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To feel your lips, and to be bade
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To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith
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Must I sure find a way? To infest the wound
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Inside the wound, that draws me near
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And cries my name, and feeds my presence
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I am here!
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I long for one piece with
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I cry for my peace is in you
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Inside the wound I hope to find
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The essence and presence of you
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Inside the wound I wish to learn
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The art of fucking you
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After the reasons came and went, and swept across
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The face of my innocence, I was lost
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Inside the wound, that draws me near
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And cries my name, and feeds my presence
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I am here!
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To know your face, and your true shade
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To feel the lips, and to be bade
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To know your face, and your true shade
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To hide in here, in this place
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I long for one piece with
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I cry for my peace is in you
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The Face Of My Innocence
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| Arsis |
