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Gone again..
One cut two cut three cut four blood running to the bathroom floor.
She's gone insane, she can't play this game.
She can't feel any pleasure, She's full of dispair.
She has a permanent frown because she's constantly put down.
She's screaming, Can't you hear her?
She's dying, Can you save her?
Five, six, seven, eight, it's almost to late.
Nine, ten, She's gone again.
She's gone insane, she can't play this game.
She can't feel any pleasure, She's full of dispair.
She has a permanent frown because she's constantly put down.
She's screaming, Can't you hear her?
She's dying, Can you save her?
Five, six, seven, eight, it's almost to late.
Nine, ten, She's gone again.
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