I'm dyingbefore I'meven deadMemorieshaunt meas I layThis bedno longeroffersComfortRestLovePeaceI almost diedto take his painBut heleft mefor deadso manyknife'sin mybackMy heartachesWere any of hisI love You'seven realHe broke metil I could not feelAm I to ever healto ever lovefor he burned..
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