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DeadMan

I promise you the most pure red The red lips I bare The reddest blood I see I promise you my heart I rip it from my chest You make me heartless That's fine I love you My arms bleed So do my legs My wrist I'm half dead I'm your dead man I kill myself for you I let you kill me Try yourself I'm ready I've done it myself The first when I was 9 I lay out my wrist A smile I bare My eyes blank My lips dried with blood My hair I rip out I'm ugly I'm weak I'm love

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