Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you.
Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many.
I´ve started to count backwards and now
I´m almost halfway through, but I fear that I never will get to zero.
So, now I say «oh, won't the sun rise over me».
All I say is; «oh, won´t the sun...».
Even if I am tempted, I won´t apologize to you.
You´ve got some tender arms to enfold you and still you´re spiteful.
My soul is far from redemption,
I must submit to what i´ve done and it´s to late for me now to beg for mercy.
In that moment when I die, long before my heart decides to,
Will I be whiped-out, erased?
No, you will never see me surrender,
I´m gonna keep my head held high and I know now in whom I can trust; nobody.
So, now I say; «oh, won´t the sun rise over me».
All I say is; «oh, won´t the sun...»
All i´m saying is; «oh, won´t the sun rise just for me».
All i´m begging is... it got visual, didn´t it?
It gets visible, well doesn´t it?
It gets much too much, doesn´t it?
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