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I dont know just where the blood goes
I know how to feel
I know how to steal
I know how to kill
And the more you wait for heaven
The more you will learn of hell
And the more that I hate you
The more that I hate myself
I'm alone on this broken path
Wearing gloves and a mask
I find myself on lovers lane
Doing the devils task
And the more you wait for heaven
The more you will learn of hell
And the more that i kill you
The more that i kill myself
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