| Deluded senses, to cater to the fear’s expenses
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| The sound that violates, the love that always hates
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| As it breaks me down, I enjoy all I can
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| Fighting what you hated… what I longed for, how long we waited
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| Dying wishes break me, overbearing as they take me
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| Infection in a strain of passion
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| To take another
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| Final action. |
| To tear inside of me
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| Recklessly and shred the life
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| Right out of me
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| Offer you nothing, because what can I give?
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| To drain my world of what I need to live
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| To listen to the words… shot by
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| By a rubber bullet
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| Offer you nothing, because what can I give?
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| To drain my world of what I need to live. |
| To listen
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| To the words
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| Fighting what you hated: It’s what I longed for
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| Fighting what you hated: It’s what I longed for
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| Stay right here, with me, this whole time
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| We can’t lose what we can’t find
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| Over the great undying threats… and if they ask, we never met
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| To take away this promise… I can’t begin to see… |