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imprisoned in my mind untill the end of time the image of us in flames my only crime was caring hold me in thoses arms of sorrow not wake me tomorrow throw me down deeper and deeper into the flames of satan leave me in there where i remain to this verry day staring out the window of this prision strapped to the electric chair my thoughts not valued my life forfit simple pleasures like breathing and crying bleed out of my hearts dispair broken and injured a sprit leaves me spins high above my head reality hits me im dead

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