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Sick Love
There was a woman who was my sick love
Her heart gleamed but her eyes were choking
She insisted to do it her way, mind set
Her skin was dead, wanting to be free
A dullard genius, is there such
She insisted to do it her way mind set
I tried to help but refused my touch
Had learned the hard way, street wise persistent
She insisted to do it her way mind set
The day I saw her picture as one saying goodbye
My heart cried my lungs collapsed
Into the void going headlong
She wanted this a release from so long
So I thought as I said a cracking goodbye
She insisted to do it her way mind set
Her heart gleamed but her eyes were choking
She insisted to do it her way, mind set
Her skin was dead, wanting to be free
A dullard genius, is there such
She insisted to do it her way mind set
I tried to help but refused my touch
Had learned the hard way, street wise persistent
She insisted to do it her way mind set
The day I saw her picture as one saying goodbye
My heart cried my lungs collapsed
Into the void going headlong
She wanted this a release from so long
So I thought as I said a cracking goodbye
She insisted to do it her way mind set
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