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I'm the thorn on the rose that cuts in your hand
I'm the fire that burns you alive
I'm the knife in your hearth that rips it apart
And still you can't leave me to die.
I'm the light form the sun that burns in your eyes
I'm the voice that are stuck in your head
I where like ice when you where so nice
And still you are here when I'm dead.
Tobias Sjöberg
I'm the fire that burns you alive
I'm the knife in your hearth that rips it apart
And still you can't leave me to die.
I'm the light form the sun that burns in your eyes
I'm the voice that are stuck in your head
I where like ice when you where so nice
And still you are here when I'm dead.
Tobias Sjöberg
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