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To your grave, i spoke holding a red, red rose gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, that you are gone Always, always asking questions my life is overrated but i never, never expected that I'd underestimated my love for you To your grave, i spoke holding a red, red rose gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, you're gone Always, always just out of reach from my over frustrated, shameful hands and i never, never expected that i would ever, no never take for granted our precious time To your grave, i spoke holding a red, red rose gust of freezing cold air whispers to me you're gone Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go I guess I'll spend another lifetime searching for a new hope To your grave, i spoke holding a red, red rose gust of freezing cold air whispers to me you're gone Spent a lifetime of holding on just to let go I guess I'll spend another lifetime searching for a new hope a new hope a new hope a new hope |