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Tell me something
Will I die on a rope?
I wish you didn't love me no more
I've been dead for years
I wish that you didn't own me no more
I've been here before
Tell me something
Will I die?
No I won't want to draw the blood from your neck
Spill the lies in your bed
I will give you a holy white rose
Cut the tongue from your head
I belong to a line of red scent
Teach the heart to reflect
The wound is wise for primal black eyes
Theres a scarlet letter in my chest
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