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Man ska inte tänka .. Det känns som att utan det där, Finns det inte mycket kvar, Det känns som att utan den där, Finns ingen mening, Inte när jag är här själv, När allt är mörkt, När allt försvunnit, Det känns ändå som att det saknas, Du vet den där speciella . I'm just the pieces of the one I used to be Too many bitter tears are raining down on me I'm far away from home And I've been facing this alone For much too long I feel like no-one ever told the truth to me About growing up and what a struggle it would be In my tangled state of mind I've been looking back to find Where I went wrong Too much love will kill you Just as sure as none at all It'll drain the power that's in you Make you plead and scream and crawl And the pain will make you crazy You're the victim of your crime Too much love will kill you Every time Too much love will kill you It'll make your life a lie Yes, too much love will kill you And you won't understand why You'd give your life, you'd sell your soul But here it comes again Too much love will kill you In the end...
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