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(Mile Correia)
She really seems to bury herself
When she seems to cut herself
She seems to bleed inside herself
But it makes me grunt
Where’s my gag?
I’ll never understand
I walk as I stand
My hand
My hand
They cut
My hand
Stand
Hand
I’d give it up
To an asshole with hope
My life is brighten and broken
I smell like too rotten
I’ll never understand
I walk as I stand
My hand
My hand
They cut
My hand
Stand
Hand
Oh, I know
Where is my soul
It looks like hole
Some place I wish
she’d be buried soon
Kill me
Hey you, come on
Kill me and kill me
Show me
Hit me, till I die
I…
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