Still Kill by Delerium
I came to you dressed in flowers and rags
Your song on my lips and the sun on my back
How often you offered me love at the end of a blade
Now you've got your money, honey
Everyone paid
Still, still
My love is still
and still, still
oh love be still
sleep will not come until i get out of my bed
and wrestle the ghost that's in my head
climb out of your solitude
grow out of your doubt
We'll measure the weight of the world and cast it out
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