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It Must Be Take A Worm For A Walk Weekher eyes carry me to my gravewhere i lay awake beneath cupid's curse tasting this decay brought by another day words taste of death (her words taste of death) lingering in my head sent to kill I'm still alive my heart still bleeds my eyes turn to grey stars burn out one by one my dreams burn out one by one as these rose pedals peel... she loves me... she loves me not... |