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Yesterday I lost the stamp I gave
On the edge of the things I chose
It cuts, yes, it's so subtle
Asks stylishly for the desire to go out

And if it doesn't have that power, it's not for me

How does it feel that I can die of love
How can I breathe if I have to say
That I prefer an illusion to giving my heart
If what killed me today resurrected me

Yesterday I lost the stamp I gave
On the edge of the things I chose
Lost its root, it was so subtle
Still doesn't know if it's a mark or a scar

And if it doesn't have that power, it's not for me

How does it feel that I can die of love
How can I breathe if I have to say
That I prefer an illusion to giving my heart
If what killed me today resurrected me

And now I don't understand why you're not here
While I ask you not to come because I can't go on like this

How does it feel that I can die of love
How can I breathe if I have to say
That I prefer an illusion to giving my heart
If what killed me today resurrected me