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Hauting Past
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Stabbed by my past
Just when I started crawling to let go
There is no rest, no pleas and no regrets
For this sinful soul
Haunting memories
Make me live it on and on
I take such a deep breath
That it must have reached my bones
Feeling my skin burning slowly
With the touch of your flame
Feeling my heart getting colder
And not standing the pain
Raping my conscience
Making me feel so alone
Tearing me up, ripping me off
Not letting me close its door
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