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Nobody wants, my darling,
not even at my best,
to heal my wound,
nobody wants my darling.
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As the night falls, I return to the same dream again.
A saint standing infront of me is holding a black linen.
That voice is calling me into the sea.
I have no luck, there’s no salvation for me.
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Nobody wants my darling, nobody wants my pain.
To be moved by tears, for me to surrender.
Nobody wants my darling, nobody wants my pain.
On my pillow, I have no peace, I have bad dreams.
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Not until the last summer, not until the end of the world, my fate is cursed.
This soul has no home, this soul has no tone,
black downs are burning candles, my sea.
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My sea, my sea.
My sea, my sea.
My sea, my sea.
My sea, my sea.
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Not until the last summer, not until the end of the world, my fate is cursed.
My sea, my sea.
My sea.
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Nobody wants, my darling,
not even at my best,
to heal my wound,
nobody wants my darling.