“(…)But do not ask the price I paid,
I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head,
That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord, forget all of my sins
Or let me die where I lie
I must live with my quiet rage, Tame the ghosts in my head,
That run wild and wish me dead Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord, forget all of my sins
Or let me die where I lie
Beneath the curse of my lover's eyes…”
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