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You're all the fucking sameworthlessand waiting for a saviourthat was there all alongyou're all the same poisonwith perfect lives and cruel intentionsa trail of blood...you've fucking built the skingive the paper something to talk aboutgive the readers something to talk about |
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Saylor lake's got a mean howlcareful at nightbetter watch out!decorate her funeral with open woundswhen the sorrow pours like waterdown a cold and restless bodyslowly flows a fiverin the river we will gazeup the stairsdown the hallinto the bedroom she crawledto place a panicked phone callbut she was struck in the head with a blunt object--- |
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I never thought that |
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I would grow tiredwell |
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I didthere once was a time where |
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I lost my mind and |
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I thought that |
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I wanted thisbut now |
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I'm terribly mistaken for a fakeone day these cameras will steal my entire soulwhen everything is goneit's quiet and we want nothing more--- |
