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Tear at me my dear
It doesnt matter much
Because my nerves are splitting at the ends
Everytime we touch

Your eyes peirce me
at every turn
Im torn up and worn down
It's high time i learn

Those lips so soft and pink
They still tell a tale
of pain and rush
and all that entails

Im a twisted man
your not quite sane
but its fine since
here in the coffin we lay

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