I live because she breaths,
I live because she cries,
I live because she is there
and I die because she is not here with me....
still tearing into pieces
From the mind of Cogliostro
I live because she cries,
I live because she is there
and I die because she is not here with me....
still tearing into pieces
From the mind of Cogliostro
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