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作词 : Mikael Åkerfeldt |
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作曲 : Mikael Åkerfeldt |
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Sweat on the brow runs over faces made of snow |
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There comes a time in life when death may come too slow |
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Honesty in the necrology |
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The offspring smear your name in print |
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You have waited far too long |
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But Spring is set in bloom |
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You have conquered love inside |
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Yet sorrow is your doom |
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The debts are long since paid, inheritance is set |
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Still agitation reels inside, lest you forget |
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Lest you forget |
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At sunrise Friday morning |
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A haven for your sins |
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The written dedication |
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Etched into your skin |
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Time won't heal the wounds you bare |
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Between old pride and desperate prayers |
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Time won't heal any wounds you bare |
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A set few years of your life are stolen |
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Light cast on the obvious |
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Behold the white when it's faded golden |
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A stranger's truth holds no water here |
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But soon we may have learned |
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Dead sympathy, a aversion proceeds |
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A voice lives in your chest |
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That comforts wary thoughts |
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Yet the brook is still too wide |
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To bridge the gap you've sought |
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Honesty in the necrology |
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The offspring smear your name in print |
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You trade your vices every day religiously |
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A pack of vultures wait for everyone to see |
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You gave away too much, a harness on your kin |
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For any transgressions never mirrored mortal sin |
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Mortal sin |
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You're still alone |
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The day in zenith now |
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You made it through the night |
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Voice of perdition |
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Came and went far out of sight |