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I conjure up the thought of being gone. But I´d probably even do that wrong.
Would I be able to and would I be afraid?
Cause oh I´m bleeding out inside. And oh I don´t even mind.
It´s all your fault.
You called me beautiful.
You turned me out.
And now I can´t turn back.
I hold my breath.
Because you were perfect.
But I´m running out of air. And it´s not fair.
Would I be able to and would I be afraid?
Cause oh I´m bleeding out inside. And oh I don´t even mind.
It´s all your fault.
You called me beautiful.
You turned me out.
And now I can´t turn back.
I hold my breath.
Because you were perfect.
But I´m running out of air. And it´s not fair.
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