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Haven't slept in a week, my bed has become my coffin. Cannot breath, cannot speak, my head's like a bomb, still waiting. Take my heart and take my soul I don't need them anymore. The one I love is striking me down on my knees, drowning me in my dreams, over and over again dragging me under.
Hypnotized by the night silently rising beside me. Emptyness, nothingness Is burnig a hole inside me. Take my faith and take my pride I don't need them anymore.
The one I love is striking me down on my knees, drowning me in my dreams, over and over again dragging me under.
This bed has become my chapel of stone, a garden of darkness to where I'm thrown. So take my life I don't need it anymore. The one I love is striking me down on my knees, drowning me in my dreams, over and over again dragging me under
The one I love is striking me down on my knees, drowning me in my dreams, over and over again dragging me under...
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