I can tell you this story is true
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At the very first time I look at you saw something in your eyes
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I was dressed in black, you in so pure white
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That first time we met
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I still remember what you said
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And that morning I rose from your bed
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There's still so many guestions where the answers I got to find
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With the sorrow's pitch-black ink your picture is tattooed in my mind
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Another morning after without you
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From the floor I wake, roof is falling down on me
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How on earth I was so blind that your grief I couldn't see
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Can you still remember it
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And those carnal things we did
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Now I'm standing on cliff, so near fall into pit
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Every night I hear your voice in my mind and it cuts me like a whip
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And under nightly sky asking myself why
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Another morning after without you
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From the floor I wake, roof is falling down on me
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How on earth I was so blind that your grief I couldn't see
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Alone in rain I stand and wonder why I was so fool
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Every night intoxicated I'm singing this pitch-black blues
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Another morning after with out you
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From the floor I wake, roof is falling down on me
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How on earth I was so blind that your grief I couldn't see
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Alone in rain I stand and wonder why I was so fool
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Every night intoxicated I'm singing this pitch-black blues
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And I'm singing it for you 'cause everything I see reminds me of you
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Pitch-Black Ink
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| Cryhavoc |
