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GO! Why did september take them away from me? So hear me now, my silver goddess. For I am your knight of swords. Such cold hands, I must have to make skin feel so far away. So teach me how to say our last goodbyes. TEACH ME HOW TO DIE. I bet you'll love me more when I am gone. And there must be another way out. FEAR NOT, MY BRETHEREN.. ..THERE WILL BE SALVATION! Won't you go for a ride? Let's drink a cerveza and shed our wings. LET'S SHED OUR WINGS! So hear me now my silver goddess. I swear one day, you'll be ok, my darling. Such cold hands, I must have to make skin feel so far away. So teach me how to say our last goodbyes. TEACH ME HOW TO DIE. I bet you'll love me more when I am gone. And there must be another way out. Won't you teach me how to die? Won't you go for a ride? Let's drink a cerveza and shed our wings. IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL LOVE? IS THIS WHAT YOU CALL LOVE?