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THE MEMORY
Strangle my sickness.
Cover all the rough parts.
A gentle hand might soothe.
If I could stand the touch.
Whisper through the madness.
Only sweet believables.
Claw through all the anger.
It might not be that thick.
Find the dark machine.
Set it up in flames.
Somebody say I love you...
SO I DON'T FEEL LIKE ME.
Cover all the rough parts.
A gentle hand might soothe.
If I could stand the touch.
Whisper through the madness.
Only sweet believables.
Claw through all the anger.
It might not be that thick.
Find the dark machine.
Set it up in flames.
Somebody say I love you...
SO I DON'T FEEL LIKE ME.
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