Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Starts of night turned deep to dust
It's not your face
Or the color of your hair
Or the sound of your voice my dear
That’s going to drag me in there,
The fact is that i need you to save me from madness
Hope you'll wait, in a murderous manner... hope you'll wait
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