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I'd still let you come back for more
I can hardly breathe,
You are once again drowning me.
If time heals all pain,
Why can I still feel the first wound of being slain?
Battered and tattered my soul will remain.
Oh man that hit me harder than cocaine.
But I am not your fucking toy anymore.
I hope you're satisfied with your score.
You are once again drowning me.
If time heals all pain,
Why can I still feel the first wound of being slain?
Battered and tattered my soul will remain.
Oh man that hit me harder than cocaine.
But I am not your fucking toy anymore.
I hope you're satisfied with your score.
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