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Hello, I'm your martyr, will you be my gangster can you feel my trigger hand, moving further down your back when you hide, hide inside that body but just remember that when I touch you the more you shake, the more you give away cold, but I'm still here, blind, 'cause I'm so blind say never we're far from comfortable this time cold, now we're so cold, mine, and you're not mine, say never we're far from obvious this time wait, another minute here, time will kill us after all now can you feel its second hand wrapped around your neck so fall into my eyes and fall into my lies but don't you forget the more you turn away, the more I want you to stay ...
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