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Promises and butterflies, sealed in virgin stitch
I hope you will remember me but never quite like this
So I come back again
To finish up what I've begun
Returning favors
Realizing what's been done
Revise the statement
What could possibly go wrong
I lost the battle
But the war can still be won
Memories in silver light, the victim in my head
The darkness rushing over me, returning from the dead
So I come back again
To finish up what I've begun
Returning favors
Realizing what's been done
Revise the statement
What could possibly go wrong
I lost the battle
But the war can still be won
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm fucking terrified
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm fucking terrified
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm fucking terrified
I'm not afraid of dying, I'm fucking terrified
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