the thing i love to hate, the pleasure in pain
captivating me, left never breathing again
gasping for air, drowning in the sweet sorrow
can't sleep, i wouldnt see you tomorrow
last chance for until whenever, seems like eternity
heat of the moment is at a distance, yet burning me
the yearning concerning the matters of our relationship
soviet, the unified, steadily joined at the hip
cherish every moment as i'm to perish
tomorrow ain't promised, so we gotta make it today
every day we have has to outdo the last
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