Machen Sie sich Fein Der Tote Mann

Two is one
When love is more than a dream

Your skin so soft
My scars sit low

I never felt better than

When your eyes
Spoke with such certainty
No garden here
Just the bloom of your grace

Your face
Could get me arrested today
If my love

Would just look the other way

Over the hours
Over the days

I'm not so certain

How can it be better now

I don't want your hand
I need your hand

Love me
Helpless

I tried today
To save my way

But as I think
I see the lies

Help me feel better now

I want your hand
I need your hand
Oh please be here

I found a way
Is it too late
I want to please you love
Help me be someone

Do you want to feel better now

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