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This beautiful saint is bleeding,
Fall poison words as arrows fly,
While distant thoughts intrude like poetry,
Some apprehension...and some regret.

Why can't it be like it used to be?
Why can't it be like it was?
Why can't it be like it used to be?
Why can't it be like it was?

Here I am thinking about you
Whenever I close my eyes I'm dreaming of you.
And if I have to live my life without you
Forever, I can close my eyes and dream of you.

Life can be so cruel
Take away these regrets

A shiny insect, just a plaything?
Have you ever heard the butterfly cry?
Would you sacrifice beauty for the adrenaline?
And would he hate you if he died?

Why can't it be like it used to be?
Why can't it be like it was?
Why can't it be like it used to be?
Why can't it be like it was?

Here I am thinking about you
Whenever I close my eyes I'm dreaming of you.
And if I have to live my life without you
Forever, I can close my eyes and dream of you.

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