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You made your bed, now lie in it. You masochist of mayhem. This mortal coil is up for grabs in danger forever.
I would swear that there must be a thousand personalities inside you head now I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend you heart
now take these words & tie them up & give them back, give them back
for I ............. I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.
You call collect & I reject your foul abuse & your language Where's your sense of etiquette? Can't you assess the damage?
I would swear that there must be a thousand personalities inside your head I would swear that there must be a thousand possibilities to mend our hearts
now take these tears & cry them in your pillow dear & I'll be near
for I ............ I see you, I hear you, I feel you, I love you.
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