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If it's my time
'I want no one to seduce
Not even you

No need to sob that

I'm a bitch
From his collection is wasted

Let the bullet penetrate my skin
I'm still inflamed crashing

Wounds and I can run
Run
Until the fairy poignant disappears

And I would care less

I want to live another thousand years

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