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For nine days my heart is wounded, For nine days I got no help.
Nine dawns and nine restless nights, Yet this nightmare isn't ending.
And it's like the ground has vanished, And I'm grabbing for air with my hands.
But there is no hole opening up To swallow me.
Me, I'm not alive when you're not here!
The only thing that breaths, when you are not around, is the wound on my heart.
And when you leave, Shoot me right in the chest,
Because a life without you Is the same as a living death.
Nine days for nine wounds, Won't at least one stop hurting?
If you let the blood flow freely, Trust me, I won't survive it.
Because it seems the ground has vanished And I'm grabbing for air with my hands.
But there is no hole opening up To swallow me.
Me, I'm not alive when you're not here!
The only thing that breaths, when you are not around, is the wound on my heart.
And when you leave, Shoot me right in the chest,
Because a life without you Is the same as a living death.