The axe, the bottle and the rope
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The feeling there really is no more hope
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The thought of the great unknown
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And facing it alone
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The dark, the silent and the cold
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The feeling I have come to the end of my road
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Yes, these are the things I spend
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My remaining moments with
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And the wind blows through my heart
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Shivers me one last time
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As I now reach out in the dark
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No one there
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Why did it have to be so hard
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For us to live our lives
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Again I reach out in the dark in despair
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The desperation and the snow
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The feeling of finally coming back home
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The melancholy and the hole in the soil so hard and cold
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And the wind blows through my heart
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Shivers me one last time
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As I now reach out in the dark
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No one there
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Your love for me, my love for you
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Things we somehow managed to lose
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Now there¢¥s only the ruthless wind
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To blow right through
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It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
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It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
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It freezes my heart, my desperate heart
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To think we both will die alone
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And the wind blows through my heart
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Shivers me one last time
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As I now reach out in the dark
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No one there
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No One There
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| Sentenced |
