These tears I’m wailing,
I spill not without reason,
My dearest love my…
Take me to the place,
Where the grotesquely lonely,
I’ve been dreaming of.
I’ve hung on, hung on
Please, please be mine dearest love,
For one hundred years.
These tears I’m wailing,
I spill not without reason,
My dearest love my…
Take me to the place,
Where the grotesquely lonely,
I’ve been dreaming of.
I’ve hung on, hung on
Please, please be mine dearest love,
For one hundred years.
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