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They returned, the eyes, the soft eerie sound Crying loud, but you saw its sharp mouth The bite, the bird, embrace all what hurts A callous thorn runs your roseate curls A Sunday to kill all reasons why A Sunday to re-invent life Walk the streets where your feet fly Holding on is thinner than slippery ice Dark and deceiving moments came and went The heart in a coffin is well spent A Sunday to kill all reasons why A Sunday to re-invent life And I'm here to say Cold blood, a heart astray And hear me now The heart upside down Well I'd take a stand If it didn't kill me to mend |