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    It's my gallow, oh
    And it's yours
    And we can't swallow enough of
    And every little thing we had to do
    Fell in our throat and dies into
    There's nothing to be found and nothing to go through
    We had our glasses and thought
    They were true
    Please believe me bitch
    It can't go on
    And we can't do it one more time

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    Composition: Lacrimas Profundere

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