Gamine - Requiem No. 1 | Текст песни

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Requiem No. 1

Let go your dearest,
Leave prize possessions,
They’ll be picked up by the nearest procession.

Things we loved as a token,
Feared lost or broken,
Lost and found when conveyor belts move round.

Take it as a warning,
Your friends are all talking,
That loving too much will get you killed
In their life love is shortening.
It's a warning,
They’re all talking,
Loving too much will get you killed
Love is life shortening

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