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| Ignace | |||||||||||
| Black hole, black hole no one�s gonna love me now Death row, death row no one�s gonna get me out. I turn around, I realize nobody�s behind me and when I turn forward again everybody�s disappeared. Death-roll, death-roll no one wants to get me off Black love, black love no one sees me falling down. I see your figure from afar I mend my pace to catch up but you keep walking away oh, you�d ignore me anyway. Head-cold, head-cold the only one that hasn�t left me now Death-blow, come for me no one would care anyhow. |
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