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The words That come Out of My mouth Are bullshit It's true I know I'm sorry Forgive me For I Have sinned
I'm the real synner, the first and the only. Don't try to be the winner. This competition can be lonely.   See - we can't honestly compete if we accept that we all play in the same song.
It crept and crawledand swirled arounduntil at last I felt its cold handsstruggling to pull me down, fighting for its life.It has finally taken over me.I finally gave in to the sin.
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