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(lyrics by Wendy Michiels)
Filled with fire, the eyes of mine
Cutting deeper than a knife
No tears, no emotions
In the darkness of my soul
They are secluded of the secret that I hide
I will take it to my grave when I die
No one has the key that fits the end
What happened can never be mend
The story goes on and on
Like a king never runs out of pride
But I would if I could
Stop the suffer, the suffer in my heart now
Remember the primordial
Like a king never runs
Like a king never runs out of pride
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