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..::Red Lace::..
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2002-01-06  |     | 

stiu ca nu e in romana dar mi-a venit sa scriu in engleza so...

..::Red Lace::..

Entering the room with the swiftest of grace
wearing the dress made of cheap red lace
made by the angonising exploit of her tears
twisted and fashioned from the core of her fears
hanging lovingly over the radiantly pale skin
an elegant reflection of the ugliness within
worn with the confidence of her shameful disgrace
this child has worn out this cheap red lace

The most beautiful creature in this room
she's the bride, now where's the groom?
every man in sight will ask her for this dance
aware of the consequences yet taking the chance
so make your move, offer you hand
strike up a chord with the death metal band
and as you dance the tears pour down her face
as do the tears weeping from the cheap red lace

Midnight approaches but she's no cinderella
no pumpkins from mice, no abyss of a cellar
this is her last night and she'll dance to the last
until the groom enters and consumates with a blast
the bullet was made, it was meant to kill
she took the vows now do her will
but until then this is her last place
dancing in this dress of cheap red lace

She's painfully aware that dawn draws near
so quickly child shed that last tear
turn to the sunrise, where the furture does lie
fall on your knees, its time to die
the executioner is here, bearing his gun
bow your head, the time has come
Today's the day she recieve death's embrace
dressed from head to toe in cheap red lace

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