| I’ve been through hell just to prove myself to the devil.
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| I picked up every piece that fell of your body when the dust settled.
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| If I rip out your tongue, what will you lie about then?
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| If I sever the ties will I be whole again?
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| The pieces of you are now the pieces of me.
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| With these pieces of you I feel complete.
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| And I will cut of your head so that
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| when you are dead, I won’t forget you again.
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| It all took a turn for the worse.
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| You don’t need me, You need a hearse.
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| If I rip out your tongue, what will you lie about then?
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| If I sever the ties will I be whole again?
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| The pieces of you are now the pieces of me.
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| With these pieces of you I feel complete.
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| And I will cut of your head so that
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| when you are dead, I won’t forget you again.
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| Put me back together with the pieces of you.
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| I can’t go through hell again.
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| What am I to do?
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| I will tear your limb from limb.
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| Your arms, your legs, I’ll wear your skin.
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| I’ll make a better you.
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| I will tear you limb from limb.
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| Your flesh, your bones, your skeleton.
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| I’ll make a better me. |