, no power, no flaws, and no heart
If he opens his arms
and his shadow forms a cross
He finds joy and destroys it
His life is bitter and torn apart
There is nothing like the joy of loving
his life like Soldiers disarmed
decided to pursue another purpose in life
Why do we wake up in the morning
and find them more defenseless at night
Saying these words lest you cry
There's nothing like loving
my beautiful love, my beloved, my broken heart
I Carrying you like a wounded bird
And they're... arrogant and blind
Repeating my words and
then disappearing in your eyes
There's nothing like a joyful love
Once we learn how to live, it's too late
Our hearts are in Weeping together
at night needs more regrets to make up for this emotion
needs more sadness to sing the simplest song
tears turn into notes on the guitar
he has nothing and nothing
more than joyful love
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