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seems that thingsgetting kind of roughguess I did not realizein timewhy, I ask whyhe doesn't trust mehe doesn't trustanybodystrange kind of lovemiddle of the daysun's beating raysthey hurt around my eyesand meantimehow do I explainthe marks and the despair
I'm living life a liewhy
I ask myself whyhe doesn't trust mehe doesn't trust anyone, nostrange kind of lovebut I don't let him goas he clearly showsthat without me, without mehe'd dieso I stay, I take the pain
I rot away . . .
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