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'I steal you a book,I'll write its pages fullof blood, sweat,yet somehow I'll stick.But then I go away from here,in order to you don't see me anymore.Steal a book someone else and write its pages filled of his tears!

I steal you a book,I'll write its pages fullWhen the paint dries on the faded paperThen finally I leave here,I'm taking you with meTo where no one can ever get you.

I know you'd let me,I'd love youUntil I could see that you move and still there's life in youI'd bathe in your blood,I'd cut through your throatYou'd look at me, but you'd not understand it.

I steal you a book,I'll write its pages fullI'll rip out the pictures,it will be on the graveWhich one I dig for two of usbut the way that others could not see,When I look into your eyes,I stick then I'll make away with myself.

I know you'd let me,I'd love youUntil I could see that still there's life in youI'd bathe in your blood,I'd cut through your throatYou'd look at me, but you would not understand it.'

A/NI've decided to post this because I took quite a few lines from this song in the next chapter.This one's originally hungarian, translated by someone (idk who but not me) and you can find it at lyricstranslate.com. The title is Lopott könyvek (Stolen Books) and the band is named Tankcsapda.