"and I know the world is cold"
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landscapes in my psyche
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the dying do not cry
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driven apart and blown away
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ohne Dich wird es Nacht
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a tear, blood from my soul
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I think, therefore I cry
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for you, hear me
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ohne Dich wird es Nacht
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if psychic balance is a sheltered palace
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see myself lost in the garden outside
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waiting for someone to come out
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what do you do so far away
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you are there in another life
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and your December dreams, your thoughts are mine
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I see Jesus behind a window-pane upstairs
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a part of this is a bit of you
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and when you wake up in the morning
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I'll be the one who smiles for you
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I fade for the Flower like an unfulfilled dream
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may you always remain to shine like I have seen
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I fade like a flower, like someone on a cross
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lit up, brought down, but love does cost
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The Sadness Out Of Me
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| Cadaverous Condition |
