And if I tore a hole into this nights fair well and crawled on out to escape this night and all it痴 fears and memories of happy years. One step behind I知 one too late you tore you own, I知 going home. Oh my memory, did I say goodbye? You値l be gone tomorrow and I知 crying in your arms but you池e not here. I can see your face every time I close my eyes, this cabaret. Oh I値l remember everything you致e said to me. The day I release you in my heart I値l say goodbye. But I値l take time to write down everything.
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