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i wake up one day wondering, when i shall regret, what i got to do, getting shipwrecked off the shore and feeling no part of it all. still talking like a stranger, losing my fingerprints and spilling my blood. it’s too real for you. kissing your heart off, being so close to you, standing beside my grave mourning. within me, god only knows, when i’ll be dead, burried and rottening in my grave, holding a flag of decay, a breeze of love, whispering, coming back to you, my tender love