In the room, on the red wall hang Rosalyn,
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and the scent from the petals of the flowers fills the room but you are not here.
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On the velvet sofa as the dreams that turned to ashes quietly
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I watch a local movie. The reason to laugh is seeing you on screen.
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The moon-shaped lamp still shines red.
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Goodbye... My to my dearest Vivian-scented girl.
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The decorations of perfumes in the sink, the black and white picture cries.
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What you see is everything and there's no reason to that.
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Cut down your discomfort wings.
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It's dying on you.
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Cut down your discomfort wings.
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To a tomorrow that can't be reached.
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Children sing the church choir at the newly built church.
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When ever I walk past it, my heart screams.
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There's no forgetting the Past, the Present, or the Future.
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Will only the believers be led to salvation? That's stupid.
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Why can't we be perfect? Why can't it be?
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The merry go round that goes around and around and around has dried you up.
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I hold in my sweaty hand, a picture of you and an ice pick.
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Cut down your discomfort wings.
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Be freer.
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Cut down your discomfort wings.
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But keep the door closed.
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Red... [Em]
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| Dir En Grey |
