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I feel the sickness starts to grow |
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Inside I bleed |
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My heart and lungs are infected |
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With disease |
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Not much time to spare |
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Only pain will follow |
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I start to think what I have done |
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In history |
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I hear the blade keeps calling |
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Let it taste my skin |
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My veins once were filled with blood |
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So pure and red |
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Cut them all I tell you |
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Cut them deep and crush them |
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I want to feel it while I can |
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The agony |
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I am no one |
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For you, you see |
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My time is over |
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So fade away |
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The streets filled with people |
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No one saw or knew me |
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I start to think what I have done |
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In history |
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Not much time to spare |
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Before pain will follow |
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Now come and leave your farewells |
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For eternal dream |