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Deepest cut that can be healed By the gun...or by the sword: It's hope that you can turn yourself Outside at the end of the war The cold sweat sticks...to your heart. Your mouth gets drier and drier. The battle inside rages on. Your pulse races higher and higher. CHORUS Sweetest victory; I love you more than life itself. Sweetest victory; you give me strength to know myself. Oh, sweet victory; my soul is yours and the glory is mine. Sweetest victory; the far-off stars will always shine. The toothlike nails rip me up. I can make it disappear. Time to forget has passed me by. There's no place to hide my fear. Hate and pain filled me up. Every minute takes longer and longer. I bead of sweat 'cause drops of blood Makes me stronger and stronger. Chorus repeats..... |
