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So where is it this time, the proof of
deceit
Time bomb of destruction
So where's it now, I can hear it
ticking
I hear you laughing, again
As we love this of ties
Suffering in this bed, this bed of lies
The art of deception, with you its
creator
As you torment all, your room is a
minefield
No conscience here, yet you leave these
bombs
Just waiting, how deep is your darkness
Do you enjoy this, so tell the truth
Did you love her, and was it in our bed
Your room is your revenge, exploding
Our love was always a lie, a lie, a lie
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