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I die
I’ll hang myself tonight.
I’m meaning nothing else;
I feel this air tonight
Paints corridors of death;
I’ll follow them like stars
At midnight when you sleep
And dangling from the light
My lifeless head will swing.
The prettiest you are...!
How could I ever think
My numbing breath could charm
A more delightful cheek...
And lusting heart could sway
A more intriguing mind...
That vengeful winds can’t torn
And Timeless waves can’t wipe...
My baby, how you’ve grown,
And beautiful you shine!
Lay naked on that robe
We both crawled in last night;
And finish off that song
Your lips began to bay
When holding down the rope
You begged me to refrain...
I can’t start to compare...
My melody’s to end...
Imagine I’m still there
Crawled up with you in bed,
And memory of us two
Shall keep my soul intact
When dangling from the roof
My bodied form will rot.
I’m wishful to come back
When wounded cuts have paled
And where regrets now rest
I’ll find you lying dead;
To kiss you I will crave,
And selfishly expect
That night I hang myself
Had stayed with you ‘till death.
I’m meaning nothing else;
I feel this air tonight
Paints corridors of death;
I’ll follow them like stars
At midnight when you sleep
And dangling from the light
My lifeless head will swing.
The prettiest you are...!
How could I ever think
My numbing breath could charm
A more delightful cheek...
And lusting heart could sway
A more intriguing mind...
That vengeful winds can’t torn
And Timeless waves can’t wipe...
My baby, how you’ve grown,
And beautiful you shine!
Lay naked on that robe
We both crawled in last night;
And finish off that song
Your lips began to bay
When holding down the rope
You begged me to refrain...
I can’t start to compare...
My melody’s to end...
Imagine I’m still there
Crawled up with you in bed,
And memory of us two
Shall keep my soul intact
When dangling from the roof
My bodied form will rot.
I’m wishful to come back
When wounded cuts have paled
And where regrets now rest
I’ll find you lying dead;
To kiss you I will crave,
And selfishly expect
That night I hang myself
Had stayed with you ‘till death.
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