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formal moment
BarkatS

In our ballroom of empty and broken souls
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With men dressed in black bows awaiting for your call
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As the gentlemen sip on intoxicants
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Envy and sorrow run through my blood
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I can see as your gaze looks beyond me
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And as the angels weep in the heavens of what could have been
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In the arms of another, I can not bare to see
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Burn the place, In my heart that was for you
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Dance along, with thoughts of me, and whispers of regret
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Now look into my weary eyes, and take my hand
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And tell me truly could it be, that your has is finally set...
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6 Feb 07


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