| A knife to cut the skin
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| A cave to hide in I open myself to you
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| Counting the scars I bear
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| I know I should be there
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| But soon the day will come — when we leave
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| I think I found my place
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| I found the truth in you
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| We stood among the ruins
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| No more I fear the night
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| Your eyes bring the light
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| The door is opening into the shrine of sleep
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| Deep in the woods
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| stands an abandoned house
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| Its windows face the night
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| Behind the green door,
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| we have the suicide shrine
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| The flowers of Orient cover the bed
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| To be anywhere out of this world, in peace
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| To leave these cruel woods behind. |
| Release!
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| When I open my eyes, clouds are dancing in the sky
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| High in the air, strange birds fly
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| Warm wind brings luxurious scent of unknown flowers
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| On this perfect grass, we make love for a thousand hours
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| I kiss your wounds, and in our eyes they disappear
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| The valley below has a veil of gentle rain
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| Never again will we have to feel the pain
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| The purple mist conceals a giant mountain
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| All its streams run to the shining fountain
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| Once, in a dream, I have been here,
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| But now, when with you, I have no fear
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| And when night falls upon the horizon, there is a blaze
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| Our hearts rejoice
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| The old world has reached its dying days
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| I kiss your wounds, and in our eyes they disappear
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| You hold me tight, and our minds, once distraught, now crystal clear |