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Seconds left
One, two, three, four
I watched as you shut the door
Five, six, seven, eight
Want to save me, it's too late
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Watch the seconds on the clock
Blood is dripping
My breath is slipping
You don't notice as I end
My silver knife, my only friend
She sings a lulaby to death
Seconds before my final breath
I watched as you shut the door
Five, six, seven, eight
Want to save me, it's too late
Tick, tock, tick, tock
Watch the seconds on the clock
Blood is dripping
My breath is slipping
You don't notice as I end
My silver knife, my only friend
She sings a lulaby to death
Seconds before my final breath
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