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| A Life Once Lost - Vulture |
I need a miracle to conquer this endeavor The imagery of song to portray the routine of life Maybe I'm neurotic or just wrong in general Maybe I should concede and put out the fire
Can you feel this uproar festering desire in my thoughts? I can promise you one thing; I will haunt you till die I can promise you one thing; I will hunt you till die
In absence of your favor I would rather choose death I'd prefer it would be executed only by you No legacy, fall short of understanding Maybe I should concede and put out the fire
I want you to bleed me of my misery Drained bled dry; hung up for all to see
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