She was no longer precious to me
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I guess my hate grew much stronger than my love for her ever did
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(I was) so tired of chasing that person who made me feel loved
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and as we were embracing I cut and spilt the dearest blood
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I'm praying for her soul as this blood on my hands stains me whole
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You were my life, from you I fed of
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And now parted by knife - the suicide of our love
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So callous and frigid was that stillborn soul
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yet no other half could ever make me whole
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You promised: "'til death do us part", and then you made a stone of my heart
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And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
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No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
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Gone are the times when I felt alive
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Gone are those nights with you by my side
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And now here I stand as the shadows grow deep
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With the death on my hand at your grave I weep
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We were one yet not the same
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Once passion abundant, now pain
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And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
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No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
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Love laved with stillness like the grave in my heart
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and all the reasons huddled in your seeping blood
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And with the last rays of the setting sun the loveless pulse fades away
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No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
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And with the last rays of the setting sun she bled her love away
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No more beating as one, no longer burns the flame
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No More Beating As One
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Sentenced |