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The Last Teardrop of Blood

 Now,
when we are standing here,
on the road of pain,
where i carved your name,
the darkness is cold,
maybe we finally found,
the words that we hold,
that we love.

The last teardrop of blood,
that came out of my eyes,
what if we wasted the love,
and love right now,
its the one that i never had.

If every moment of you,
was just a look,
but we dont know the truth,
this way is crooked,
blown by wind,
and pour by rain,
covered by pain.

The last teardrop of blood,
that came out of my eyes,
what if we wasted the love,
and love right now,
its the one that i never had.

Maybe there is no way,
i changed words to pray,
and if i gave up love,
whats on now,
just play the last song of teardrop of blood.

The last teardrop of blood,
that came out of my eyes,
what if we wasted the love,
and love right now,
its the one that i never had.

The last teardrop of blood.
Written by MarekMonster (The Night Hunter)
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