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If my fingers could once again brush yours
The oceans of my heart would drag you to the bottom
If I think about you
If I look into your eyes
I keep replaying the tapes all night
I muse over nothing else you know
And you render me empty
Unable to find happiness
And you leave me speechless
Words I used to speak so eloquently once have disappeared
And you die in front of me
Where I barely shed a tear
But I'll profer my condolences at the funeral
After all, shouldn't the killer be there?