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It felt like cocaine
Wasn’t a drain?
Was the guilt?
It had to be my blame
But I tried, I lied
I cried, I died
Victim of my own mind
I’m sad and I’m fine
Victim of my own mind
[Instrumental]
So leave me dead, I deserve it
And pray for my slaughtered
Suicide doesn’t give up the pain
It gives it to someone else
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