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| Time, why must it fly so slow |
| Waiting, is something that's easy for you |
| Pull the plug, send it down the drain |
| Pain is easy to get used to |
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| What's in me, is in you |
| What's got me, has got you |
| And everything told, must come true |
| Pretending to be real, forgetting who you are |
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| Sin, is always at my door |
| Slice the vein, blood spilled on the floor |
| Light shining in my eyes |
| Death he greets me with a smile |
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| Pain |
| So much pain |
| Pain |
| So much pain |
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