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Barbelle, ionnalee
I thought I felt a spark, thought I saw a flame
Then something changed in you, who took the blame?
My plan was foolproof as I became the fortress of your heart
Love, the kind that kills and scars
Will make you kneel and crawl to hell and back
The words that slit your throat
Will make you think of love as the new black, as what you lack
Love
The sound of letting go, the sight of youth
That we all set aside, when the world was new
Under the full moon, only endless rain
And absence of your heart
Love, the kind that kills and scars
Will make you kneel and crawl to hell and back
The words that slit your throat
Will make you think of love as the new black, as what you lack
Love