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New Life

I pictured pain in its true settings 

And i see you sitting in a chair arms folded head dazed

I bet the lies that you told sit on your soul

They fester and twiddle their thumbs 

Those hours on end that were just used for our own evils

And the devils that danced and the fire that pranced

Walking on the yellow brick road covered in ashes from the last fire

Doesnt look so bright now does it

Those red tipped shoes that danced so wildly to the beat of your thoughts 

Dipped in blood but never drip on the road 

Love that you left hate that you gone was a pain I thought I felt with death

Your love aint sugar

Your hate aint knives 

I cant imagine being the one 

But i can imagine leaving the one 

 

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◄ Sex with the Devil

Hate You ►

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