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It seems three years, or maybe four
Someone drops dead whom I adore
You love someone, there will be grief
The kiss of death, lips of a thief
Goddamn it
A dusty stack of photographs
Of times I've cried, but mostly laughed
Commit the past into blue flame
Acrid smoke, cowardly shame
Goddamn it
At times, I'm truly terrified
'Cause dope and booze don't help to hide
They're used to mask a weakling's hurt
It's just like painting over dirt
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
All dead
Life's a game I cannot win
Both good and bad most surely end
The mirrors always tell the truth
I love myself for hating you
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Everyone I love is dead
Goddamn it
Goddamn it
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
All dead
Goddamn it
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