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I’ve turned to black and killed my dreams
Or maybe that was you I can’t remember, it was dark, And I was a young fool I craved for light but got the dirt Of this tired blathered world, They never knew what I could do, But then I sold my soul. I killed you dead just like I did It once with all of me, I killed you dead and can’t stop crying I’m dying, I’m dying…
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