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| please die ana for as long as you're here we're not you make the sound of laughter and sharpened nails seem softer and i need you now somehow open fire on the needs designed on my knees for you open fire on my knees desires what i need from you imagine pagent in my head the flesh seems thicker sandpaper tears corrode the film and i need you now somehow and i need you now somehow and you're my obsession i love you to the bones and ana wrecks your life like an anorexia life ana's song (silverchair) |