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By a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.

dip my heart in a vat of gold show me pain both new and old dye my soul the colour black heat the cold that keeps coming back make my pain from needles cruel show me a world with endless fool change my future to suit my needs as long as your the wrong i keep disappear for the longest nights but only doing holy rights beg my sanity to come undone run away when its just getting fun hype me up to cheer you on fail completely then end up gone you make every so good just to tear it down at the highest you stood but now you drown

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