Si vous étiez une musique

Violence, give me violence,
cause they say we're the worthless ones.
Substance, give me substance.
Heavy lies the crown as I cut you down.

Save me from the ones that haunt me in the night.
I can't live with myself, so stay with me tonight.
 

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The End / The Doors...

What is this thing that we call love?
Does anyone really feel, what they dreamt of?
Or is it all a puzzle maze
But we never actually walk out the other side
We go round and round and round
Taking wrong turn
And clinging to the edges of ourselves

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I'm numb to the pleasure but still feel the pain

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