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Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die.
And oh you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
It's on your waking face, a morning you will no more sink in sorrow
Led me to rot
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
Little lover look into my eyes
The only things that make you wanna die
And oh you will
And little songs and other things are gone
Insane, I'm sure there's never been a one
And all the whispers in your dream
It's on your waking face a morning you will no more sink in sorrow
Fight the fever
Burn like fire
And I don't buy what you're selling me
And things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
Little girls laugh at a go
So I go just like animal and bite nails
Will I leave and let yourself to scream and I hold
Run away You're in the devil's kitchen
I don't buy, I don't buy what you're selling me
And things are killing me
But I'm on top of it
The body, the body the body of death