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You My Fate
Infect My Soul
Leave Me To Bleed
You Feel Like A Terminal Disease
Locked In A Room, With Empty Space
To Call It A Sin, Would Be A Disgrace
You Have My Thriving, Just Like A Fiend
My Soul Again, will Never Feel Clean
You Leave Me Dark, With Anger And Hate
But Somehow I Feel You Are My Fate.
Leave Me To Bleed
You Feel Like A Terminal Disease
Locked In A Room, With Empty Space
To Call It A Sin, Would Be A Disgrace
You Have My Thriving, Just Like A Fiend
My Soul Again, will Never Feel Clean
You Leave Me Dark, With Anger And Hate
But Somehow I Feel You Are My Fate.
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