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It's starting to feel like an old routine,
Picking up all my pieces from a slaughtered scene.
Got to keep that "will" of wanna try,
Still each time I fall, a little piece of my die.
I can feel it bulding up from below,
I can't escape - all I got is my faith
The "will" of letting go
The only way you know
I walk among the shadows of death
They took my heart, I think they took my soul!
Even though I let them see, Oh baby
Only you can undress me.
I can feel it bulding up from below,
I can't escape - all I got is my faith
The "will" of letting go
The only way you know