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Their whispers become like cries tears fall from blinded eyes ninety nine
Have burned as embers ninety nine have lost their lives tired arms now fight
For life amidst the crashing waves they're drowning will you hold me until
Mornings light and I'll tell you what its like to die tonight, its too late
To cry now she sees her face and screams was once so beautiful now kissed by
Flames and showered with glass so beautiful, yet so cruel the way love tends
To be her beauty so cruel the way love tends to be