Repeat it again and again,
I didn't quite hear words
I can preach with my mouth closed.
Repeat it, just this one time
won't make a difference.
I can't taste my blood anymore, my
tongue is burnt, has been ravished by
your temper, your ice-cold temper has
taken me to places I wish I'd never
go, places no man has passed
through without passing on his soul
for nothing in return.
So please repeat those three words
that tempted me into this.
Repeat them one more time,
like you used to.
Repeat them one last time, so
I can put my dry lips to rest.
Or at least try.
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