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BEAUTIFUL PAIN



Iīm waiting for you
Iīd wait the rest of my life
Hoping that youīll drain me
Donīt need no assistance
Donīt need no leader
I will find my way
I want you down on your knees
And castigating me
Burn me down
Burn down my soul
I think iīm aining at that
Maybe that i need it
I feel the torch again
Burning in my eyes
A beautiful painīs begging me
Like the thought of a whip
You leave your mind in me
And you take my soul with you
Thatīs what i desire
Thatīs what i need
Burn me down
Burn down my soul
I think iīm aining at that
Maybe that i need it

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