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Lives flying, silent cries and teary eyes What more pain could you bring The sweet whispers of lies The passionate song that Death sings The lost hope that soon flies Along with those majestic wings
For all the pain and the nights that I cried For all the tears For the fights For all the times that you used me Because you played with my heart Why don't you f**k you?
Sometimes I miss you- I miss you like the grass misses water in the dead of summer, and I miss you like the grass misses the rotting apple you threw at
Da Dom Da Dom Da Dom (heart beat)Before I knew of his mistake I’d already condemned himEven as he tried to explain I scolded him for action he never madeRazor held high I went in for the killHe’d never hurt another
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