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Heil Nothing

Look at this
C'mon give it a kiss

Tell me why you changed
In the middle of our game

Cut 'em into bits
Till they ain't worth shit

I'm sick of this twisted lie
When I sit here just waiting to die

Is it an honourable death
When your fam is on your last breath

Tell me how it got so deep
The wound was theirs and mine to keep

Fight by tears or rage

And go back to the place you call home
Written by Prudence
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