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Lacuna Coil - The Pain Lacuna Coil - The Pain |
| I wake up to a smoking gun
The evidence in your head
There's no proof of guilt or innocence
I'm finished with you taking me through
A line of questioning that feeds you
I must confess I'm here to kill the pain
To kill the pain
What can I do?
How hard I fight
No matter how
How long I've tried
The sword of justice in my hand
You cut me down, sharp like a blade
You make me want to never trust again
I'm finished with you dragging me through
More lies and deceit that feeds you
I must confess I'm here to kill the pain
Doesn't matter, if it mattered
I would never have tried
To save us both from losing our minds
Doesn't matter
You shatter me now
I have to get away
The rain comes
The rain comes
Nothing gonna buy you time
The rain comes
The rain comes
You know its gonna come |
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In Flames:
Diego:
Lacuna Coil:
Ash:
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