How am I loved only when I'm gone?
Gone back in time to bless the child
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IT IS THE END OF ALL HOPE
TO LOSE THE CHILD, THE FAITH
TO END ALL THE INNOCENCE
TO BE SOMEONE LIKE ME
di-di-didididididi
di-di-didididididi
di-di-didididididi
dididi-dididi-dididi-dididi-dididi-dididi
Not will to wake for this morn
To see another black rose born
Deathbed is slowly covered with snow
Angels, they fell first but I'm still here
Alone as they are drawing near
In heaven my masterpiece will finally be sung
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WAKE UP, MOW THE WEED
YOU'D BE NOTHING WITHOUT ME
TAKE MY LIFE IF YOU HAVE THE HEART, HEART TO DIECentury Child
Tarja (oh wait, how many I gave to Agnete Maria Kjolsrud? Oh well, here's enough)