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if I can not be loved then none shall be
think of this as I softly kiss your blood glazed lips once more
on this night this thing you call love dies
your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies
this broken trust will become your demise
think of this as I softly kiss your blood glazed lips once more
on this night this thing you call love dies
your face disgusts me, smile and bear your lies
this broken trust will become your demise
Annons