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I fCocus Don the Amipain, the Conly Dthing that's Amireal.
The Cneedle Dtears a Amihole, the Cold faDmiliarAmi sting,
try to Ckill itD all aAmiway, but I Cremember eDverythingG.
AmiWhat have I becoFme, Cmy sweetest fGriend ?
AmiEveryone I Fknow goes Caway in the Gend.
AndAmi you could have it aFll, Gmy empire of dirt,
AmiI will let you dFown, GI will make you hurt.
I Cwear this Dcrown of Amithorns Cupon my liDar's chaiAmir,
fCull of broDken thoughAmits I canCnot repaiD, Amir.
BeneathC the stains ofD time the Amifeeling disapC, D, Amipears,
yCou are someoDne else, I aAmim stiCll right D, Ghere.
WhaAmit have I become, F my sw-eeC, Gtest friend ?
AmiEveryone I know goFes away in the endC, G.
And you Amicould have it all, my empFire oGf dirt,
Ami I will let you dowFn, I wiGll make you hurt.
IAmif I could start again,F a million Gmiles away,
Ami I would keep myself, I wFouldG, Ami find a way.
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