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So our open wounds will bleed...


Until our veins run dry...


Now we have to take this thorn...


And tear it from our side...


Agitated at the fault line...


Still agreed to disagree...


Your connected to the heart...


But tonight we'll set you free...


So swallow the knife...


Carve the way for your pride...













...I can still smell him on my skin....
...I can still taste him on my lips...









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