September
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Without you I am nothing at all,
And life has the face of a morbid game.
With you nothing seems impossible,
It all seems to fit the frame.
So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again
And life has the face of a morbid game.
With you nothing seems impossible,
It all seems to fit the frame.
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again
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