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THE FALLING

My hands seem so old
My head hurts me so
My eyes are so cold
And my body won’t follow

You sentenced me to die
I feel like I’m yearning and yearning and yearning
But there’s no reason why
I’m falling, falling, falling, falling

Your kiss thrilling me
Your touch caressing me
Your breath in my neck
Your love ... I can’t forget

You sentenced me ...

You wanted to be by my side
I was longing, thinking I was always right
You listened only to your prideNow I’m stumbling, hoping for a little light

You watch me passing away
I feel like I’m bleeding and drowning, I’m suffering
But there’s no use to deny
I’m falling, falling, falling, falling

You sentenced me to die
I feel like I’m yearning and yearning and yearning
It cuts me like a knife
I’m falling, falling, falling, falling