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more words pierce a wretched soul like a sword buried in the limbo of lies a bed of deceipt
to hell and paradise a crochet, wrecked in the sheets of hefty burdens, full payment on the receipt
as meant to lead the agreement, the argument is Am to blame
tried to please You, yet everything went out of frame
thanks to fame, everything lost shame
if there was to pull the trigger, guess who handed Me the gun
why blame Me for blowing the minds out while handling the fun
we got to the circus, we enjoyed the crowns of our clown with the crowds
we've become shadows of our own mortality , chasing hurdles of immortality
life is a dream
love is no cream
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