BED OF DEAD LEAVES
F O R M Y P A I N . . .
Is this Love, Hate or Pain?
For me it's all the same.
These are the last words I say
because I really don't care.
If you will come with me in there
where the sun never shines...
Oh,
Would you share this world with me?
Oh,
Nothing compares to this beautiful dream.
Make love with me
on the bed of dead leaves
through the anguish and filth
together we wander in the sea of your tears
so, come with me and the torment will be complete.
If you will come with me in there
where the sun never shines...
Oh,
Would you share this world with me?
Oh,
Nothing compares to this beautiful dream.
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