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I gathered up the precious things
I broke them all!
Look, right in front of you
They can't return to their original shape anymore
I broke them, I broke them, I broke them!
With that arm I broke them!
The crimson clouds flow from the west, on such a night With that arm I broke them!
The crimson clouds flow from the west, on such a night
It seems like acting nice is the only thing holding me back
If I could stretch this hand into your chest
You'd think of me, in this lonely room
You gathered the precious things
In a clear box, with a clear lock
Locked inside, so I can't take them
I broke it, I broke it, I broke it!
With that arm I broke it!
The crimson clouds flow from the west, on such a night With that arm I broke it!
The crimson clouds flow from the west, on such a night
It seems like acting nice is the only thing hindering me
I didn't think you ever knew my desires, but
Those days you came, are the ones I'll never forget
My sorrow, already
Has melted, however
Your words, too
Have melted, but
The crimson clouds flow from the west, on such a night
It seems like acting nice is the only thing hindering me
If I could stretch this hand into your chest
You'd think of me, in this lonely room
If I could stretch this hand into your chest