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The knife.
I slide the knife
Across your vein
It steals your life
Relieves my pain
Cut the flesh
To make you bleed
It must be fresh
That's what I need
It can't be known
You must believe
I can not own
What grants me reprieve
I feel it tear
Through your skin
The clothes you wear
Can't hold it in.
I risk my life
On every day
To end my strife
Take me away
Across your vein
It steals your life
Relieves my pain
Cut the flesh
To make you bleed
It must be fresh
That's what I need
It can't be known
You must believe
I can not own
What grants me reprieve
I feel it tear
Through your skin
The clothes you wear
Can't hold it in.
I risk my life
On every day
To end my strife
Take me away
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