I've been treated so wrong
I've been treated so long
as if I'm becoming untouchable
I'm the slow dying flower
in the frost killing hour
sweet turning sour and untouchable
Oh, I need the darkness
the sweetness
the sadness
the weakness
oh, I need this
I need a lullaby
a kiss good night
angel sweet love of my life
Oh, I need this.
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