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Sitting alone with the lights out
Consumed by the silence in here
Bring on the cold of the winter
The chill is no stranger to me
Have we become so pessimistic
Doing what we love to do
Spend a while living in my shoes
I think you'll find your soles will get wet
Try to mollify
Yet I'm misconstrued
Salacious you call me
I'm not here to judge you
Try to mollify
Yet I'm misconstrued
Salacious you call me
I'm not here to judge you
You've seen how cruel I can be
Sensing animosity
I believe in what will come to be
We'll be dying from liver disease
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