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I canÂ't deny The way Your fingers make my body shiver And that i almost did surrender To what was easy In a way But i know itÂ's all over ItÂ's the last page of the book Â'cause youÂ're the knife That cuts my wrist The open sore To where i drift And itÂ's the price For being weak And itÂ's the price But i know itÂ's all over ItÂ's the last page of the book But i wounÂ't go And i wounÂ't cry Â'cause youÂ'll be gone When i arrive And if the clouds Covers the sky Then let it happen