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Wind Strokes The Trees

On the other side of the window the silence sleeps
I hear it call
My damned name
Day in day out

The wind strokes the trees
it whipes me
however rain kisses the wounds
and it's good

Here comes the suicide
the suicide
oh, the suicide

now is night
it tastes cool and gently
I follow the silence
the way is the goal

Here comes the suicide
the suicide
oh, the suicide

forgot like the life functions
and a luck feels
sometimes each search has an end
anyway

you hear it
you feel it
you love it
you are the suicide
the suicide
oh, the suicide



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