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Fingers bleed from scratching my coffin door
My finger nails are broken and torn
Empty air gives my lungs a firery sore
Above me my love she morons
I give her a year before she shows her true inner whore
I just a tattered memory washed up on shore
I’ll always regret knowing the word more
Oh why, oh why did I shut my own coffin door?
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