Sin

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No matter who you are, it's an ugly color on you.

No matter what you do to get away from it, it's there.

No matter what your history is, you've done it.

No matter what you do, you can't get away from it.

It's in your blood.

It's a weight on your back.

It kills.

It starts bad.

It ends good.

It kills.

It's called sin.

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