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Love of god it wont let me touch you
Devils grip it wont let me breath
Fools gold is love over money
This time Ive lost my control
Love of god it wont let me near you
Devils grip is all over me
Perfect is less than perfection
This time I dont want to see whats left of me
Love of god you wont disappoint me
Fail to feel I dont want to feel
Leave me Im broken and hungry
This time I dont want to feel whats left to feel
Here and forever I have found
Life with no answers you have found
Here in the anti I have gone
Skin black from bruising
My eyes, won't!
My eyes won't! let me see...
...this is how we play...
(c) 2001 The Butterfly Effect