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So take me and make me weak and then save me,
This hate that you gave me, keeps saying the same thing.
To sing when you hurt, and to sing when you cry.
To sing when you live, and to sing when you die.
And here at the end, at the end of the hurt,
All the pain ain`t the same, when it's your turn to burn.
We`re the heart for the heartless,
The thoughts for the thoughtless.
The lies for the honest,
We`re the Gods of the Godless
Annons
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