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Cristina Necula - One Thousand One Good-Byes lyrics
Watching your expression As you hear my confession And I want to Make you cry. While my imagination Feeds your anticipation, Bitter years Pass us by. This is no inspiration, It's just an adaptation Of ideals Lost and found. Conquered by my creation, You're flirting with temptation Yet you tend to Make no sound. It isn't my intention To hold hands with convention, But I'll have to Let you die. It's past all comprehension, This masochist invention Married to the question "why." In every complication There is some innovation Irresistible to the wise, Yet through this meditation, I hand in my resignation, One thousand one good-byes. |
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