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Again (Instrumental by Mors)
She said I'm in again, in it again
In it again, when will it end?
When it all ends
What will be left, ah
What will be next, came thru in text
Blaming my stresses like to confess it
All in my head i'm falling off
Left with no blessing on my god
She said I'm in again, in it again
In it again, when will it end?
When it all ends
What will be left, ah
all that I know is not what I thought
I think it a lot and i sink I be lost
I wish it would stop but I stick with the cause
conditions and all I'm in love with pain
Loving the pain
Like some doves up in the rain
I never loved another like
Her eyes my favorite color eh, eh
In it again, when will it end?
When it all ends
What will be left, ah
What will be next, came thru in text
Blaming my stresses like to confess it
All in my head i'm falling off
Left with no blessing on my god
She said I'm in again, in it again
In it again, when will it end?
When it all ends
What will be left, ah
all that I know is not what I thought
I think it a lot and i sink I be lost
I wish it would stop but I stick with the cause
conditions and all I'm in love with pain
Loving the pain
Like some doves up in the rain
I never loved another like
Her eyes my favorite color eh, eh
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