The reason for me to booze
For the pain that is layed
Out of my gear
On the edge of knife.
With the fear to loose
What is not made
For me to bear
In my life.
I never dare to choose
From my dream that fade
To get her near
In my hive.
For the pain that is layed
Out of my gear
On the edge of knife.
With the fear to loose
What is not made
For me to bear
In my life.
I never dare to choose
From my dream that fade
To get her near
In my hive.
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