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You've wrapped yourself in yourself again.
Now you've got your own way.
You leave a trail of despair,
And trust in tattered ruin.
But it started out wrong.
Convenience and sexual gratification.
Bad decisions in wrong moments.
But you, you wanted me just once more.
Little Death. Little Death.
Little Death Death Death.
Little Death.
Little Death.
Little Death.
Little Death Death Death.
Little Death.
True colors come out in a crisis.
To know the friends you'll have tomorrow.
To know the friends you had yesterday.
A little death goes a long long way.
A self-righteous style for a self-righteous mind.
Remember a longing detachment.
You'll punish yourself for your own selfish crimes.
Your loss will be greater than your reward.
Little Death.
Little Death.
Little Death Death Death.
Little Death.
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