I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late....
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Is it so hard to believe our hearts are made to be broken by love? That in costant dying lies the beauty of it all? My darling, won't you feel the sweet heaven in our endless cry?
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