الكلمات الأصلية
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Must make distance fast
Before that tender touch
Makes my joints rust
Adored soul please know
That I have to break the mould
I have to go alone
Inside to outside
To rise above
Rise above
Into
Finding love
Thumb out heading north
And sometimes I don't know
Just why this path I chose
But I'm compelled I need
To have myself to hold
To let that man unfold
And habit is darkening me
How sweet be this tragedy
Indulging morbid flow
And refuting all I know
It's easy to be weak
But in the end the curse
Is to forsake tomorrow's riches
You know Scarlet O'Hara?
