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They tear me down to skin and bone. Everyone tells me, "they have to be overthrown." This isn't a game, I am not a toon. I can't take a blanket and hide under it. No matter where you hide, it feels like you die.
Take my hand don't be afraid   Your life is so grand don't let your meaning fade away   Put up a fight don't ever loose hope   Even if your stomach is tight
Love, Love, That is what tied me to the living, I look back now and realize it was her, Her all along, Rose,
Last night I met with death again,
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