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Petit Mort, i asked you for an answerPetit Mort, i sang until you sleptPetit Mort, you took yourself, you bastardPetit Mort, now sleeping's all that's left you took apart the sympathetic anglewhen you catered to the bitterness insidealigned yourself with depths I couldn't handlea million daily deaths before you die gathered a bouquetroses and posiesand straightened my tiewhen I got there, you were nowhere i could find through layer after layer of subconsciousi hunted for a reason in the woodsi tore apart the map and started backwardsi couldn't picture living there for good i left you there to finish setting firesi left you there to propagate your liei left you there cos honey, I was tiredi left you but that doesn't make it right i remember your bedroomLetras de cancionesivy and cloveryou kept me aliveknives drawn, the butcher world waited outside Petit Mort, i asked you for an answerPetit Mort, i sang until you sleptPetit Mort, you took yourself, you bastardPetit Mort, now sleeping's all that's left From Letras Mania