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Your words have hit me like a ten ton steam |
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hammer, bitch... |
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... cutted me in two, have pulled me down to kneel for you |
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You freak... indeed, our battles made me weak |
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You freak... mendacious bliss in all you seek |
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Qhen you are falling your wounds are calling |
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You need to hurt to feell free... right on |
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Who knew what I ran into- demons that |
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returned to you |
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A weak, fake fall or helpless need inbred to |
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sponge our bleed |
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Free are the ones who can choose and |
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you know there is nothing to loose |
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Follow me into all misery |
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I choose you to reveal my exit wounds |
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Fallacy composed my harmonies |
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I want you to unscar these crying wounds |
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My exit wounds |
