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Hell with you
I could break you with a sentence
You stand on shaky, hollow ground
The truth can kill
A heart can mend
But you'll never have me again
Pearlescent dreams
And muted screams
These are a few of your favorite things
Demons are only found in our own hearts and minds
We make our own hell
You make mine
You stand on shaky, hollow ground
The truth can kill
A heart can mend
But you'll never have me again
Pearlescent dreams
And muted screams
These are a few of your favorite things
Demons are only found in our own hearts and minds
We make our own hell
You make mine
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