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Artiste:
Olivia Newton-John
Titre:
Marked With Death (with Cliff Richard)
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How can I bear this? Show me How can I survive Trapped in the madness With no hope of release? Oh Do I just wait for Your demons to arrive? Blaming me for your death While you rest in peace You are marked with death By your cruel lies You deserve all this You betrayed me With your final breath You will still despise Every tear or kiss You betrayed me I shall not be tricked Into pity for You must know full well That I love you And you can't inflict Any pain that's more Than this living hell But I love you I see the eyes that deceived Poor wasted hands growing cold No lover's comfort No belief to hold You have killed yourself Yours the infernal Original sin Mine the misfortune Of your heartless caprice-- oh Do I just wait for Your devils to move in? Blaming me for your death While you rest in peace I am marked for life And the peace I crave Is a fool's conceit I am branded And you'll twist the knife From beyond the grave And I fall, retreat Empty handed I shall not be tricked Into pity for You must know full well That I love you And you can't inflict Any pain that's more Than this living hell But I love you I see the eyes that betrayed Poor wasted hands growing cold No lover's comfort No belief to hold You are marked with death How can I convince you That you broke you own heart? How can I forgive you For the murderous part You played in destroying Your love and your life And mine... I shall not be tricked Into pity for You must know full well That I love you And you can't inflict Any pain that's more Than this living hell But I love you I see the eyes that deceived Poor wasted hands growing cold No lover's comfort No belief to hold I am marked for life You are marked with death...