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Theres left no love inside,
Theres left no righteous life but the hate is strong and stains the path I
Theres right and there is wrong, yet I chose the one Im on.
To the hell and back where life is gone.
And its all to make you worth of dying,
Worth of something like you!
We keep falling down like summer rain
These wounds are deep enough to make me feel alive.
Youre no saint I saw it from your eyes.
Can I taste the bitter fame?
Can I bless the bitter race?
To the hell and back where we belong.
Down like the summer rain,
Away from winters bane.