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Don’t know what to do anymore
I’ve lost the only love worth fighting for
And I’ll drown in my tears, don’t they see?
And that would show you, that would make you hurt like me

All the same I don’t want mudslinging games
It’s just a shame to let you walk away

Is there a chance, a fragment of light
At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind
Or are we ashes and wine?

Don’t know if our fate’s already sealed
This days are spinning circus on a wheel
And I’m ill with the thought of your kiss
Coffee laced intoxicating on her lips

Shut it out, I’ve got no claim on you now
Not allowed to wear your freedom down, no

Is there a chance, a fragment of light
At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind
Or are we ashes and wine?

And I’ll tear myself away
So if it’s that is what you need, there is nothing left to say but

Is there a chance, a fragment of light
At the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight?
Is there a chance you may change your mind
Or are we ashes and wine?

The taste of ashes and wine
Or are we ashes…

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