The ruin of your face
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Pours down like lead tears
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As you sit by my side
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Confess to me your fears
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Drink deep the wreck of me
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My body is a funeral
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I fail to find comfort
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In your pale cold eyes
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Worn loosely about me
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You hang there dying off me
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Deep in the misery
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Of my long arms, weeping
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I cradle your tired head
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This moment for the keeping
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Her hand raised from the shadows in silence
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Like a dying victim of a biblical plague
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A strange mix of innocence and horror
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Gushed from her red rimmed and swollen eyes
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Resentment conquers sympathy and I turn my back
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Her burning stare, like a minute blazing suns
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Roars into the back of my head
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And I simply move away
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I will sing you this song of
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All my pain, so listen
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Great roaring, tears pouring
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Down unto me from my lover
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The winter in your soul
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Has frozen me forever
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My Body, A Funeral
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| My Dying Bride |
