Feels like suicide salt to the wounds of pain
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Pray for a miracle while you are going insane
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Carved like a lover's decadent stare
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Keep going back to the temptation in the air
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Wash away his touch, enemy inside
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The Lord will come to her, find the reason to justify
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Virtue is swollen, the night is spent and down
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She's so sure of herself she'll stare into the sun
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Wake up in the morning take a deep breath
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There's no smell of roses, just the scent of death
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Life's intoxicating like street confetti red
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Can't start believing with so many voices in your head
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Murder
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Bride |