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Siouxsie And The Banshees Tearing Apart

Tearing apart Oh, you hold the rain Far, far away Wild swans skim across a lake Then soar in a white arc Above my head I wake Tearing apart You're still in my heart Tearing apart

inside I know the purest rain Won't wash the bloody stain I know it waits to strike This sickness from inside Will tear us apart You're still in my heart Tearing apart Tearing apart