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Last Resort
I turn my back
To you
Until
You are ash to Ash
Dust to dust
For what you have done
To Me
I turn My Back
To you
From our
Fleeting
Happy
Memeries
And the Many
That were Born
In My Pain
My fear
My DREAD and Dispair
That You gave
To Me
When I used to smell
Fresh air
When you
Opend the door
And everyday
I bowed my head
And cryed
A little More
Now
I'm Happy
Here
Where I'm free
To Feel
Mentaly Free
Now
That Your Dead
To you
Until
You are ash to Ash
Dust to dust
For what you have done
To Me
I turn My Back
To you
From our
Fleeting
Happy
Memeries
And the Many
That were Born
In My Pain
My fear
My DREAD and Dispair
That You gave
To Me
When I used to smell
Fresh air
When you
Opend the door
And everyday
I bowed my head
And cryed
A little More
Now
I'm Happy
Here
Where I'm free
To Feel
Mentaly Free
Now
That Your Dead
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