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    SANS TITRE Of all the times I’ve lost my way Chasing after all the pleasures far and wide Feeling all the emptier deep inside Feeling a torment soothed by pain Feeling a dread that nevers wanes Hearing the siren’s triumphant melody While the storm rages ever strong There remains no hope no life Broken and tattered as it may again be You take my hand, You are what remains You help me feel You love me still Quieting this storm of pleasure Forevermore

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    SANS TITRE Of all the times I’ve lost my way Chasing after all the pleasures far and wide Feeling all the emptier deep inside Feeling a torment soothed by pain Feeling a dread that nevers wanes Hearing the siren’s triumphant melody While the storm rages ever strong There remains no hope no life Broken and tattered as it may again be You take my hand, You are what remains You help me feel You love me still Quieting this storm of pleasure Forevermore

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    SANS TITRE Of all the times I’ve lost my way Chasing after all the pleasures far and wide Feeling all the emptier deep inside Feeling a torment soothed by pain Feeling a dread that nevers wanes Hearing the siren’s triumphant melody While the storm rages ever strong There remains no hope no life Broken and tattered as it may again be You take my hand, You are what remains You help me feel You love me still Quieting this storm of pleasure Forevermore

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    SANS TITRE Of all the times Ive lost my way Chasing after all the pleasures far and

    wide Feeling all the emptier deep inside Feeling a torment soothed by pain Feeling a dread that nevers wanes Hearing the sirens triumphant melody While the storm rages ever strong There remains no hope no life Broken and tattered as it may again be You take my hand, You are what remains You help me feel You love me still Quieting this storm of pleasure Forevermore

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