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Point blank made when it's all a fucking game Easy to talk, when you're all the fucking same Making sense, proving me Spineless sheep, you've been lying through your teeth End of days, you've lost your grace I play God, better slow your fucking pace It's all a fucking game, and you're never the same But your reasons are the fucking same Death's so sweet, so inhumane No sleep but I still remain Suffer the purest pain, regret's the purest pain
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