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Swan Song
salty tears swell up in rage
hard pains thump in my chest
each beat may be the last
the next second may never come
i do not know what i will do
i do not know how i will go on
not without her, with out my heart
not without her, with out my hand
not without her, with out my cross
not without her, with out my tear
not without her, with out my anchor
i do not think i could go on
i see no point in this dark hell
when all i care about turns to dust
and the acidic smell of blood
is all that fill the air round me
she has to be ok my friend
she can not leave me alone
i know she will be ok ... i know it
she ... she just has to be ...
