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If you pretend, I will pretend
You said its the new trend
Pressing your knife to my neck
It will only hurt for just a sec

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The perfect crime
Blood pours down in a twisted vine
The time has come for my bitter fate
Don't be nervous you said, but wait..

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Too late to talk
Too late to walk
Its all art and my blood is the paint
Its your work, the artist is a saint

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