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  My prize you are Your bride I would be    When ever You call I'd be, there, there to serve my role.    My role to you
    I Picture my veins             With little mouths,             and little eyes, with tears.             They have little teeth, 
Cravings on my soul, Cravings on my spirit, let me see behind your thoughts; I wan't to taste your lyrics. I need you on my meals, There's no other substitute.
It slides down the throat Forgotten and sweet
I can't believe I fell for such a blackened heart, you meant everything and I did anything just to be with you, and I dont do that with anyone!!! but you make me cling on to you unwillingly...
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